#yandere reiner x reader

[lesinquietes]

Yandere!Reiner loves walking past your apartment in the evening and smelling the meal you’re making for yourself. He finds himself grinning uncontrollably at the notion of you as his sweet little housewife, cooking and baking up a storm, waddling around the kitchen with his second child on the way. God, does he ever want to come home to that.

And he thinks… he might not be able to wait anymore.

He stops walking just below your living room window. As you’re gazing out at the night, eyes hazy and a small smile on your lips, he’s clenching his fists, digging his nails into his flesh to ground himself. He can’t take you — not yet; he has to take you when he leaves Paradis, and that won’t be for another few weeks, at least. But he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t tempting to reach up and grab you, pulling you into his arms forever.

Soon.

[ambrosialdesire]

cacoëthes

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18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 reiner x fem!reader word count: 6.7k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, stalking, kidnapping mention, vomit mentions (nonsexual cause), gore/violence, slight misogyny, kinda aot spoilers if you haven't watched it before, all characters are 18+ synopsis: reiner has always kept his eyes on you ever since the two of you were still trainees. he's sorry for many things that he's done in his cursed life but he was never sorry for loving you. you loved him as only a friend and perhaps family, but your relationship with the bulky blond is not everything what it seems on the surface. not to him at least. a/n: tbh i just thought of this up as i reminisced on old middle school memories recently, i was a big s1 aot fan back in the day and just got back into it bc of one of my friends. i recently got a mad crush on reiner that i didn't have before and that same friend is dealing with the brunt of it lol this might be ooc since i haven't written any aot characters in years + they have slightly different personalities from back then. if this gets enough support (likes and reblogs), the second part will be posted as soon as possible! even if it doesn't, i'm still gonna be posting it anyways part one is just like a recap of reiner and the reader's relationship, there's nothing sexual in this part until the other parts. note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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Reiner shouldn't be looking at you.

He should've stopped years ago, this could've all been prevented if he had just pulled his eyes away. Hell, he should've just kept his attention on Krista — no that's not her name now, what was it, Historia? — but he respected Ymir's wishes of betrothing her despite... everything that had happened to the girl. But he didn't and now he was in this hellish predicament.

You were born and raised in Paradis. Titans have destroyed most of humanity and the remnants of them have been living in the walls ever since; that's all you knew compared to the Marley-born warrior. He wished he could be as naïve as the devils that resided in this small island, it would be better to only know that you were the only lifeforms that lived decent lives hiding away from the Titans outside of the walls.

No, he shouldn't be calling you a devil. Fuck, he shouldn't be calling any of what-once-was his friends devils but he couldn't just erase the years of history that has been embedded into his head ever since he could comprehend language. At the same time, they have never done any evils towards him before he revealed the true identities of his group.

He loved his Paradisian friends — he wished he could say that in front of their faces without feeling so much melancholy shame and guilt — he loved serving for his country, he loved his family. But most importantly, he loves you.

It was an accidental captivation from a single hand-to-hand combat training session, where the 104th trainees were once unaware of the kind of future ahead of them. You were unfairly set against Reiner, Instructor Shadis even knew that but still made you two spar. You were shorter than him — most Paradis people were — and weaker, not just because you were a girl. He didn't notice you back then, there was nothing that the man thought at a first glance was interesting about you.

Nothing at all.

You were barely any threat despite being a devil, a lowly sheep in the den of a vicious lion.

You put your arms up in a defensive position anyways, shifting the weight on your feet. Your small fists were balled up tightly, as if you were going to actually do some damage with them. You knew that you couldn't beat him in pure strength but you readied yourself regardless, eyes glinting in determination. He held up his fists, a small yet confident smirk growing on his face. This was going to be a simple win.

"Don't go easy on me Braun."

"I have no intentions to L/N."

He remembered how quickly you dashed towards him, not fast enough that it rivals Annie's or Mikasa's speed, but fast enough for him to be caught off guard for a good second. He watched you bend down low, trying to get a low sweep on him. He had enough training back home to know how to avoid this kind of attack. Reiner jumped back, believing to have narrowly missed your foot and prepared himself to counter-attack.

But he could have never expected being tackled by the leg down, his back colliding into the dirt. All the air escaped his lungs as he felt you scramble to pin him down, a large grin plastered on your face.

"Aw Braun, I appreciate you going easy on me but really? I expected a big guy like you to try harder."

He bit back his tongue from saying anything in reply, watching you stand and dust off your uniform, still wearing that proud smirk. As he finally managed to collect his bearings, he asked you a question.

"Where'd you learn that move?"

"Leonhart." As to be expected of the Female Titan inheritor but he didn't expect her giving out sparring tips to anyone, especially Paradisians. You outstretched your hand towards him, waiting for him to take it.

"Y'know anything else from her?" He questioned, grabbing your hand as you lifted him up.

You pondered a bit, exaggerating your expression as you pretended to think about it, and finally answered him.

"Maybe, but I'll only reveal them to you if you actually put more effort into our sparring. I'm not a frail little girl y'know."

Reiner heftily laughed as you slapped his arm, walking away to resume your defensive stance. The two of you continued to spar, both of you counting down individual wins; it came down to a score of fifteen-ten, he won the whole thing but that didn't seem to falter your smile. You were simply ecstatic that he didn't supposedly pull back his punches, though he did quietly fret over the bruises that bloomed overnight on your face and arms the next day.

Bertolt noticed his staring problem immediately a few weeks after. Rather than looking at Krista per usual and daydreaming about marrying her, he was looking at you chowing down your meal next to Connie and Sasha. He whispered to him that what he's doing should cease immediately but he insisted that it would not interfere with their original mission. You were an enigma that he wanted to solve, that's all.

He swore to him that he had good intentions — that he was truly observing the kinds of enemies they were facing — but now he's not quite sure that they even stayed good to begin with.

Through his many inconspicuous observations, Reiner had found out that nothing seemed to pull that grin down on your face. Whether it be the instructors yelling out insults and commands, the rain pelting down on them during group training, or when it seemed like a rough day for every trainee, the smile you bore never faltered. It was somewhat confusing to him. How could you be so cheerful in this kind of world?

You preferred to hum during chores, the song never being the same each time he honed in from listening in on you. He gave up trying to memorize anything you hummed after the fifth one or so. He then noticed that on occasion when no one was around, you'd pick up the dandelions that grew in the small patches of grass of the camp, braiding them into small rings and wearing them until they fell apart. Reiner managed to pocket one when you accidentally dropped it, not noticing that it was gone. His good luck charm, as he liked to call it.

You liked to help others before focusing on yourself, taking on other people’s chores or taking the blame for things that weren't originally your fault. Reiner thought you were being too nice for your own good. You didn’t fit the type of person that was being used to other people’s advantages but you never seemed to mind.

You weren’t quite the evil Eldian he believed you to be, rather he considered you a fallen angel amongst the devils, led astray from the path you were presumed to take. Perhaps he can make you repent like he was trying to do back home, there was proof that you were worthy to be considered a Marleyan.

And that was the start of it, he knew he should've stopped there once he started to believe you’d be a perfect fit for Marley.

All this constant watching and being everywhere that you were at. Watching your every move and reaction. Taking things of yours that he shouldn't be taking.

Reiner was starting to believe that you were more than what you were leading on, his heart already knowing where his stance was on the subject.

Marriage didn’t seem bad, tying you down to him with a pretty golden band and children… wait, no. The two of you were still young and you were most definitely his enemy… right? But further down in the future… yeah, there's a possibility. A slim one, but one nonetheless.

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You had begun to take notice of Reiner's staring. There was always such a strange feeling of being watched and you finally had the guts to look around, seeing your old sparring partner just... there. Watching. It was always awkward whenever the two of you accidentally locked eyes, you having to be the first one that breaks contact. Reiner wasn’t a bad guy — from what you knew — but the way he just gazes at you, it gave you the creeps.

You asked Krista once if he seemed off, overhearing whispers among the other trainees of him liking her. Not that you were big on eavesdropping, you simply couldn't help it. She said that there was nothing wrong, maybe he’s just daydreaming and it just happens to be that he’s looking directly at you.

Bullshit, you had once bitterly thought. You wanted to tell him off but Bertolt managed to always drag him away before you could really confront him, so you eventually had forgotten about it.

But there was one thing that you couldn't forget when his friend pulled him away. It was the quick yet intense glare he bore when he glanced back at you. You had nothing against the guy, he may always be skittish, but you never felt like he was a bad person either.

So why did he have to look at you like that?

"Why did you decide to join?"

You jumped, almost tipping the bucket of water you had in your hands. Turning around, you squinted your eyes in the torch-lit night, slowly meeting the gaze of Reiner. Ah, so he finally decided to talk to you.

"A hello first would've been nice. Besides, why do you want to know Braun?" You questioned, placing the water-filled pail down so you wouldn't accidentally spill it on yourself or him.

"Guess you could say it's plain ol' curiosity L/N."

Pulling your lips in a thin line, you zipped it shut with your fingers and shook your head. You weren’t close to the man, hell, the only time you actually spoke to him was the sparring session. Why was he suddenly so interested in you?

“So you won’t say anything about it?” He frowned, putting one of his hands in his pants pocket.

“You have a plethora of answers from the others of what it could be. I could’ve been one of the survivors of the Colossal Titan’s attack. Maybe I’m just looking to join the Military Police for that comfortable life. Perhaps I could be a vengeful orphan just because my family attempted and failed to take back the wall. Whatever the answer could be, it’s all the same for each recruit.” You picked your bucket back up, feeling the liquid slosh around against your arms.

“Is that all you wanted to ask me because I have to take this water back to the kitchen for breakfast tomorrow.”

“No there’s something else,” He moved closer to you, a certain aura emitting as he approached closer. Reiner didn’t seem the type to hurt others without any reason. Even though you didn’t know him, you were acutely aware of his big brother-like personality with the other trainees. “If you could run away from all this, would you?”

“…What?” Confusion muddled your mind and you began to bite the inside of your cheek nervously.

“I’ll repeat it for you. If you could run away from all this, would you?” He asked again and you began to think. All you ever knew was the walls, anything outside of it was just a dangerous hellscape.

“Not really, there’s nothing out there for me. I have my friends and life is good here despite Wall Maria being currently swarmed. What am I even running from anyways Braun, the Titans? There’s just gonna be more out there anyways.” You then started walking in the direction of the dining hall, carefully making sure it wasn’t gonna spill on you.

“What if there was? Imagine an island with no Titans and life is even better there than here. No walls hiding you away from the land, just complete freedom.” You stopped, directing your head towards him. Why did he keep insisting upon the idea of this question? This was the only place in the world where humanity still thrives.

“I would still have to decline, it’ll still be no home of mine. I’d like to someday see the world without Titans but I’d probably be long gone by the time they’re all exterminated. Now goodnight Braun.” You finally walked away, feeling suddenly exhausted. Where was Bertolt when you needed him? Reiner was starting to scare you.

You left the man behind with a mess of thoughts in his head. Reiner did not agree with your mentality nor your standpoint in the matter, but that could change once he and his group bring you to Marley. Once you get there, you’ll see how life is much better than in Paradis. He brushed a quick thumb against a dried petal in his uniform pocket, the material cracking under his touch.

You have no other choice but to like Marley.

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Never in your life have you thought your whole world could tip upside down again.

In a span of a few days after graduation, Wall Rose had become the same as Wall Maria, the Colossal Titan making its horrid and grand reappearance. The Trost District was a mass gravesite, there weren't enough words to describe your devastation of the lost lives of people you had considered as family. The heavy guilt that washed over you made you believe that if you were just a little more stronger and more decisive with your attacks, you could've — no — you would've saved them.

You threw up off the rooftop, the taste of bitter bile leaving a stain in your mouth. The stench of blood and ash wafted in all directions and it felt like you couldn't get any sicker. The images of your fellow companions getting wailing for help while getting ripped apart limb from limb and eaten alive was enough to keep you dizzy and nauseous.

Your tank was irrevocably damaged and you made the quick decision to isolate yourself to the nearest building as soon as possible before it sputtered out its last remnants, your body colliding into the red tiles.

You wanted to cry. It feels just like years ago but this time, you felt even more powerless than you were when you were a child. Even though you learned the ability to fight these oversized cannibals, you never felt so goddamn weak when dealing with the real thing. What good were you if you weren't able to use your gear?

This is where I die, you had bitterly decided. You let out a light pitiful laugh and knelt down, wiping away the tears that fell. Life was a cruel thing, wasn't it? No matter what, the moment you decided to join the regime was the same day that you would be contracting your life to an early demise. No matter what, you would die.

No matter what. No matter what. No matter what.

Not far from you, earth-shaking thuds grew near and a shadow began to cover over your shaking form. Closing your eyes with a nervous grin, you began to welcome in your godforsaken fate.

If you were unable to save your friends, what more humanity?

"L/N!" God? Was that you?

A splash of warm blood drenched the skin of your face, steam fanning off. The noticeable sound of hissing affirmed that someone sliced the nape of the Titan that was ready to consume you, their boots grinding against the tiles.

"You damn idiot! What do you think you're doing sitting there?!"

You peered through teary eyes, meeting a familiar hazel pair. Your shaky smile quivered downwards, a broken cry slipping out of your mouth as you finally realized that there was someone else alive.

Reiner was surprised, you were a considerably tough person and he believed that nothing could ever break your resilience. You tried to explain yourself to him like a kid that just got in trouble, blubbering out how weak you are and how you couldn't save your squad. It's not like you can look him in the eyes now, you know how disappointed he'd look at you. The girl that was known to be all happy-go-lucky in the 104th Training Corps.

The more you thought about it, the more you ended up breaking down into a complete sobbing mess, hiccupping the words sorry over and over again as you pulled your knees into your chest. Your tears darkened the white cloth of your uniform as you wept, the blood continuing to steam off of your face.

He rested his hand on your shoulder, seeing you cry almost made him regret putting his plan in motion. However, in order for them to retrieve the Founding Titan, they have to do this. There was no other choice in the matter.

"That's enough Y/N. You did your best with what you had. No one was expecting Colossal to come back like this, the least you could do now is honor your fellow fallen soldiers. Ensure that they didn't die for nothing. Don't die like a coward and stand up."

You sniffled as you picked your head up from your knees, wiping off the snot and tears with your jacket sleeve. As much as you didn't want to get up, he was right. How could you face your deceased comrades in the afterlife if you just let yourself die now? How selfish of you to let your life be taken away so easily when they fought so hard in order to fend off the Titans from coming any closer to the escaping civilians.

"My ODM gear broke, the gas cylinder got pierced by a rock I think." You mumbled quietly, voice sore.

"I'll carry you to the others then, we made a discovery in order to get into HQ to replace our supplies. A few of us with enough gas went out to find the unaccounted. I'm glad I found you before that Titan got to you."

The real truth was that Reiner had been panicking ever since he saw that you weren't with the other groups. He was terrified with the idea that he fucked up, the plan being the cause of your death. It was his proposal to locate the missing soldiers, making it seem like he genuinely cared about his fellow recruits. He didn't know what he would've done if he found your rotting corpse, knowing that it was completely his fault.

A miscalculation. A misstep. A mistake.

He put away his blades in its sheaths and lifted you up into his arms, making sure you were secured to him as much as possible. The positioning was awkward due to your gear still being strapped onto your body but it seemed that he didn't mind. You knew already that he was a strong man but for him to just lift you up like nothing even with your gear and his combined, you wondered if he still held back when the two of you sparred. Perhaps you were a little grateful that he did, not ending up with a broken bone at the end of it.

Unbeknownst to you, the man was screaming on the inside as he carefully maneuvered through buildings and rooftops. You closed your eyes each time he made abrupt turns and jumps, pulling yourself closer to his chest. He decided that he liked holding you, there will no longer be a day where he won't have his hands on you. He finally reached the others, seeing that the Abnormal Titan was still beating down the other Titans that were getting in its way and trying to consume it.

"What is that?"

He let you down slowly, the warmth escaping him as you were hypnotized from the scene in front of you. Unlike the other Titans you've seen so far, this Titan was strangely well built and its teeth lined the outside of its mouth. Of course you knew about Abnormals but this one was odd looking and it was unheard of for Titans fighting other Titans. Then again, the walls never broke down before and the only explorers of the outside were the Survey Corps.

"Our ticket into HQ. Look how it's drawing all the attention to itself." Reiner was right yet again. As this Abnormal was punching heads off and screaming, it seemed that the Titans were more interested in it rather than the humans inside. He picked you up once more, telling you to prepare yourself and crashed through the headquarters' window, making sure that none of the glass got on you. The others were relieved that he made it back with another teammate safely, and Armin began to explain the plan to rid of the seven remaining Titans on the inside.

You were put to be one of the gunslingers in the lift, the heavy weight of the rifle causing you to shift it around in your hands. Were you able to look one of these monsters in the eye and manage to incapacitate it?

“Stay back Y/N.”

“Excuse me?” Reiner put his hand on your shoulder once more, shaking his head. Looks like that was going to be a habit now.

“You don’t have to be in the lift, we have enough people already in there.” You scoffed quietly, pushing past him to line yourself up with the others. You broke down once in front of him and now he wants to be your protector. Sure, it was nice of him to be worried about your safety but you trusted him and the others that they'll do their part of the plan without any issues.

“I've made the decision that I'm not going to be a coward Reiner,” He watched you step in and face him, giving him a small smile with a thumbs-up. “And I’m sure as hell not going down as one.”

The lift started its slow descent down and you settled in position, your finger nervously tracing around the trigger. None of you could shoot too early or too late, these guns were difficult to reload and it would lead all of you into an early grave. The heavy tension in the air could be cut with one of the blades and the group in the lift was shuffling around lightly. It would be a lie to say that none of you weren't scared, no one wants to die knowing they're going to be eaten alive.

The lift stopped, the air deathly still. Everyone clicked into position, guns pointed and drawn. Quiet, shaky breathing was the only thing that you heard besides the ground shaking stomps of the giants, their attention landing towards the group.

Someone behind you gasped in surprise as a Titan looked in his vicinity, the voice of Marco telling him to calm down and continue to wait until they were closer. Another person was shaking besides you, her hands unsteady on her weapon and her face pale. Sweat was beginning to accumulate on your forehead and it felt difficult to breathe suddenly.

You looked up with your open eye quickly, seeing Reiner up in the posts with the others. Taking in a deep breath, a burst of confidence ran through your body.

"Ready..." Your finger hovered over the trigger, a giant blue eye staring at you. One more step, just a little closer.

"Fire!" At the sound of Marco's command, you pulled the trigger and shot. The timing of the other soldiers' shots were inconsistent, the sounds of gunfire were deafening, and the smell of gunpowder wafted in the air. Either way, the Titans' eyes were incapacitated and the seven above can finish the job.

Your heart sank as two of them did not falter like the rest, watching Connie fall into the ground and Sasha look up in horror. They didn't cut deep enough and the Titans' eyes had already regenerated from the shots. It wasn't easy trying to kill them without their gear, horror sinking in as the Titans lumbered towards them. Your stomach twisted in knots as one jumped towards her as she apologetically screamed at it and Connie was helplessly backed into a pillar from the other. No one in the lift could do anything to assist them.

You fumbled with your rifle, reaching in your pocket for any more rounds. Luckily, the two most proficient fighters managed to finish them off before anyone else could react and you felt sweet relief as the lift was safely lowered down. Hopefully this would be the last and only time that you'd face a Titan that close without ODM gear. You picked up a new tank and replaced the broken one with it, beginning to stock up on your supplies.

"You alright?" Speak of the devil, here he was once again. You turned your head towards Reiner as he sat down next to you, refilling his tanks.

" 'M fine. You did good out there."

"I could say the same with you, must've been nerve-wracking seeing those things look at you that close."

"Yeah, but you had to jump down without using any of your gear while trying to hit their napes. That's way more difficult than what we did in the lift." He lightly chuckled and dismissively shrugged, saying that it was nothing but he did get nervous with Connie and Sasha. You agreed to that statement, you liked those two and they've always humored you during dinnertime. The two of you sat quietly afterwards until he started to talk again, trying to break the silence.

"Y'know you said my name earlier, not Braun but Reiner." Your cheeks flushed warm, switching the refill to your other tank.

"You did that too, back when you saved me." You attempted to lead him away from what you said, nervously biting your cheek.

"Why did you say it?" Reiner completely ignored you, insisting upon his question more.

"I could say the same to you."

"I only said your last name because you said mine like that when we first met, thought it would be even that way. So Y/N, why did you say my name?" Fuck, he had a point.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat and you sighed, pulling your lips in a line.

"I don't really know. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue in the heat of the moment or I just wanted to say your name for the first time. Just in case anything happened or something..."

Your voice trailed off to a quiet mumble, your face reddening and hot. You didn't mean for it to sound that it was insinuating something, you genuinely appreciated him saving your ass back there and getting your morale back up. It was simply a newfound gain of respect for him. Taking a peek at his expression, you saw that his mouth was slightly agape and he turned his face away from you. Was your response that surprising?!

Embarrassed, you finished refilling your tank and started strapping your gear back on. You apologized quickly, fumbling with your words and speed-walking away to get fresh blade replacements.

'Marriage, marriage, marriage, marriage.' Reiner's thoughts quickly ran through his head, his own cheeks crimson even though he had a firm expression as he watched you walk away. He hoped that you would continue to say his first name, you will have to once he weds you in Marley. But he wouldn't mind if they were replaced with dear or honey, oh he would not mind at all.

Events took a turn once you got out of HQ. It was found out that the Abnormal Titan that was killing off the Titans was Eren Jaeger. Ironic that the vengeful and overtly loud mouthed guy that swore to kill all Titans turned out to be a Titan himself. Though there were many complications — and many lives taken — in trying to complete this mission that Commander Pixis set, Eren managed to seal off the hole in Trost.

Two days later, the more experienced soldiers killed off the remainders and you were set for clean-up of bodies and body parts that littered the streets. It was a heart-wrenching task seeing limbs and partially eaten corpses of both citizen and soldier, most being completely unrecognizable. They were once part of a family. They were sons, daughters, siblings, maybe even parents themselves. Wherever they are now, you hope that they're at peace.

You tugged your cloth mask up more as you looked around for more corpses, walking around until you saw Jean stand still from afar. He was looking at a body, your own eyes widening as you slowly recognized whom it was. Marco Bodt. The guy that commanded the group to shoot a few days prior; if you remembered correctly, he was one of Jean's close friends during training.

You felt sorry for him, he had just found and lost his best friend simultaneously. Not even a minute ago, he was asking around if anyone had seen him, voice desperate for a reassuring answer. This world was so cruel to the ones that didn't deserve it, all of you were just trying to live comfortable lives but it'll never be that way. You turned away from the scene and went off to find another unaccounted for.

What a shame, a damn shame.

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You chose to go into the Survey Corps rather than the Garrison, mostly because you wanted to continue to fight those terrifying beasts in order to avenge the lost lives of your friends during the Battle of Trost. It would give you some kind of peace of mind knowing that you wouldn't hide away from the fight for them. After everything settled down, you befriended Reiner once you were able to catch him alone.

He was... different when you started talking to him more, you couldn't completely tell what it was but there was a feeling you had that he wasn't quite all there. He began to space out on some occasions, coming back down and acting quite odd, as if he was an entirely different person. The invasion was pretty traumatizing for everyone involved so you couldn't blame him for any mental change in his mind. You knew that you weren't definitely the same either, half of your friends had been decimated and nearly witnessing all of them die would never settle right in your mind.

Reiner had become pretty overbearing when it came to you, believing it was because of how you acted in Trost. He started hovering a lot, becoming a burden over your shoulders. He made sure that whatever you do didn't hurt you and if it did seem like a danger, he'd immediately take over. He'd say that he's just thinking about your safety, he'll handle it for you and to not worry, he prefers to do things for others. You could believe that part, you knew Reiner was the altruistic type but it was pretty aggravating when it was a constant all the time.

And just like Bertolt, he never left your side. Sometimes you'd be forced to hang out with the two of them and you didn't really mind, you got to know Bertolt more than the nervous guy he was known to be (plus he had finally stopped glaring at you weirdly). But you could only talk to Bertolt, any other male soldier you could only share short conversations with because Reiner would drag you away from them.

You weren't his lover, you mentioned to him once in a fit, you can freely talk to anyone you want and he has no say in who you could talk to.

You never were able to see the look in his eyes when you said that to him, stomping away angrily past confused scouts. This was one of the fights you had with him, ignoring him for a while until he apologized with how he acted but it would just repeat in a more inconspicuous way. Eventually, you just let him win because nothing you said about it stuck.

He'd handle you like you were fragile glassware and you despised it, you weren't a weak person, you were a damn Survey Corps soldier just like him. You were more than capable of defending and attacking, but for some reason, he still insists and insists that he can do it for you.

There is no reason someone like you should be doing things like this, that alone made you furious. He'd only leave you alone when you were put on cleaning duty or cooking. You wondered if he was like those kinds of people when it came to women but he wasn't like that to the other girls in the Corps, just you.

And yet, despite all these annoyances of his, you still considered Reiner a comforting friend. He'd listen to your rambles of mindless things and give you advice about them, trying to understand where you're coming from. He'd mostly call you a babbling idiot though but would say something stupid in return, which you always called him out for. You'd argue back and forth with smiles on your faces.

When you felt like you were in a slump, he'd pat your shoulder and then talk until you felt better. Or if that didn't work, then he'd tell you to put them up and the two of you would jokingly fight, letting you wrestle him down until your stomach hurt from laughing and the punching. He was most certainly like a big brother, dearly reminding you of your siblings.

You even started giving Reiner your special dandelion rings, seeing him wear them around his left ring finger. Did he know the meaning of that? He had to, he was old enough and his parents must've worn rings around him. You wanted to point it out to him but you'd chicken out, scared that you were gonna insinuate something that wasn't supposed to be interpreted that way.

The two of you were only friends, that was it. That was it, until the moments that led up to the day that you found out that Reiner and Bertolt were never who they really said they were.

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Annie was found to be the Female Titan that killed many of the Corps members during the 57th Expedition, you never had expected her of all people to be a Titan shifter like Eren and a traitor.

For the first time in your friendship, Reiner hugged you. You didn't expect it, thinking that he was simply afraid that you were one of the bodies left behind and was only relieved that you were alive. The height difference between the two of you was quite a bit, he had leaned down and nestled his face into your neck, arms wrapped around you tightly. He was a toasty kind of warm, similar to sitting next to a fire during the winter.

You told him that everything will be alright now that the threat has been neutralized. He mumbled that he was afraid of losing you too, your heart skipping a beat. In response, you tried to ease his mind by promising him that you would never leave his side anytime soon. There was no possibility that you were a shifter like Annie and Eren, absolutely no way.

He was quiet for a moment, finally lifted his head out of the crook of your neck, his eyes intensely staring into yours before softening up. There was a newfound determination that you could faintly see before he pulled away, thanking you for consoling him.

It was odd, like a switch went off in his head.

The final incident came after the capture of Annie, when a handful of soldiers were presumed to be one of her accomplices and put outside of Wall Rose in an abandoned mansion. You weren't a suspect but Reiner and Bertolt were, and the worry started setting in. There wasn't a doubt in mind that you had for them, you could never see them as traitors to humanity.

Reiner did his duties all the time and he was a diligent soldier, he was also a good friend to all other members. Bertolt, though cowardly and needed a push in the right direction sometimes, has always been devoted as a soldier; he did graduate behind Reiner in third place after all.

There was a sudden breach in Wall Rose despite it being completely known to be sealed on the inside. Everyone assumed that another hole had been formed in another place by the Colossal in secret, so squadrons were sent out to scour the area to locate the breach. You were concerned that the suspected group that was contained in the area at the time of the breach had been attacked, anxiety racking your mind.

You overheard some of the soldiers that came from the search mention that there was no hole, saying that whoever saw the Titans must be going crazy.

That wasn't right. The witness reports said that Titans were definitely seen in the interior, they couldn't be wrong. Titans were quite hard to miss, they were quite literally large human things. It was inexplicable but you didn't focus much on it, being told to assist the incoming citizens before searching for the contained group.

You couldn't rack your mind in how many twists and turns you've been through throughout the years, but the Survey Corps finally found the group in a torn apart abandoned castle surrounded by a few more Titans. Ymir was revealed to be another Titan shifter — was anyone else here a Titan shifter because it seemed to be never-ending — but she had seemingly no intent to hurt the others as she saved the group she was with from death.

You found out that Reiner got bit from a Titan, retrieving the injury from pushing one out of the castle through a window. You were half astounded and half terrified with the new knowledge that he was way stronger than you anticipated. You thanked Krista — now actually known as Historia — for taking care of Reiner's injury, scolding him after for putting himself in reckless danger like that.

Assisting the injured on top of Wall Rose, you sighed in exhaustion as you sat next to Ymir's sleeping form with Historia. The past few months have been hectic as ever, did the soldiers before you deal with things like this? Five years ago and beyond that, there were no such thing as shifters or breaches in the walls. It would simply be incomprehensible back then that such a thing would’ve existed.

You turned your head in the direction of Reiner and Bertolt who were occupied with speaking to Eren. You weren't able to hear what they were saying until Reiner started to raise his voice, scrunching your eyebrows together.

Something was off. He was rambling, looking like he had completely lost it. Bertolt looked horrified, Eren was nervously laughing. Reiner... what was he talking about?

Mikasa suddenly slashed at the two, cutting Reiner's hand off and slitting Bertolt's neck. You almost screamed in shock, shooting up onto your feet until steam came off of them, an all too familiar occurrence that only happened to… Titans.

Sudden bright flashes of lights blinded you and lit up the wall with a threatening intensity, hot steam nearly blew you off your feet before you quickly latched yourself onto the wall with your gear. To your horror, the Colossal and Armored Titan formed right in front of your eyes and everything you had once known about them shattered to bits.

Reiner had grabbed ahold of Eren as he fell off the wall and Bertolt's monstrous half remained on top, hand reaching towards Ymir. The shock of seeing the monster that destroyed your home years ago was really your friend in disguise caused you to freeze up the second he grabbed her.

You thought you could trust them, you had high hopes that they weren't bad people like how the higher-ups thought they were. They were liars, they lied to everyone and they broke your trust, more so yours with Reiner. He was terrible, truly terrible.

You snapped back to reality as his gigantic hand wrapped around you — the still-passed out girl in his other fist — a scream ripping out of your throat. You struggled and banged your fists against the burning hot flesh of his hand, beginning to beg for Bertolt to not consume you. It fell on deaf ears as he opened his mouth, your eyes wide with horror.

The last thought you had as you and Ymir were dropped in was that you'd never forgive them for this, you'll never forget what they have done.

[0asisbliss]

It was cute at first. It’s all about the nice dates, hugs, and kisses until you wake up with him hovering over you with a knife in his hand, and he’s covered in blood. Murmuring how much he loves you. Wanting to feel you in every way. Your not even worried about who’s blood he’s covered in, but your worried about getting away from him. Even when you’re in his basement quivering with fear. The thought never leaves your mind. You must get out.

Gojo, Geto, Choso, Sukuna, (JJK) Chrollo, FEITAN, Nobunaga, Phinks, PARISTON, Shalnark, (HXH) Ranpo, DAZAI, Atsushi, (BSD) Aizawa, Shigiraki, (MHA) Ace (OP) EREN, Levi, Reiner, (AOT)

[apollodarling-writes]

…mdni horny reiner thoughts.

cw : faceriding, overstim mention, pussydrunk! reiner, simping on main, self indulgent, body worship if you squint, scatterbrained i need to fuck him so badly, kinda ??? low effort, just a bunch of horny thoughts thrown together in one post, i am DODGING the usage of the word “pussy” it makes me cringe for some reason,

— reiner has a very rideable face. call me crazy and a freak but have you seen the curve on that nose of his?? ughh i need to sit on it and i need to sit on it neowww.

— like i know this man eats pussy like a god when he gets the hang of it. he will eat it for fun. he will eat it just because. he will eat it for hours on end. he will eat his fill.

— reiner strikes me as the type of guy to have his hands gripping either your thighs or your hips to keep you still while he makes you cum on his tongue over and over again.

— the king of overstim. he doesn’t care if you’re sobbing and crying, so long as you don’t safeword, he’ll eat it until he’s satisfied. absolutely loves everything that comes with eating you out. loves the taste, loves the scent, loves the way you tremble and whimper, loves the way you come undone— he loves all of it.

— reiner eats pussy for both his pleasure and yours. he looooves eating pussy. he’ll eat you out and moan at the taste of it like he’s the one getting fucked dumb.

— reiner would trail kisses along your inner thighs before dipping his head down to eat you out. hear me out, this man would split you open on his tongue and work his way up to the clit.

— reiner 100% makes out with it before spelling his name on your clit with his tongue.

— reiner is the personification of “i don’t care if i can breathe” he will not stop. if he dies, he dies doing something he loves. definitely thinks it’s a hell of a way to go out and i will stand by this.

— reiner absolutely does not care if you crush his head between your thighs, but if it prevents him from eating you out, he will hold your thighs in place.

— if reiner if feeling frisky enough, he’ll use more than just his tongue. he’ll fuck you dumb on his fingers and stimulate your clit.

— reiner will not fuck you (prefers the term love-making) unless you cum on his tongue first. at least twice.

— reiner absolutely loves it when you ride his face. will not stop you, but will guide your hips as you settle on his tongue. he loves how messy it gets and he loves that he has to do the work for you after some time — it makes him feel big and strong.

— 10/10, do recommend.

[animeyanderelover]

@lucyrose9820 asked: The yanderes receive a massage from her lover since she has seen them stressed (Sanemi, Tomioka, Reiner, Erwin, Kaneki, Tomura, Pain, chae yul).

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive, behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusional behavior

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan @chxxz @flaming-vulpix @leveyani @iloveeyanderes @nightmaresprophet

Receiving a massage from their s/o

Pain

🌧️​Pain is a unique case because all the bodies he uses are corpses and his real body is always hidden away, even you get to see Nagato rarely. Physical affection is due to this fact in a sense almost pointless as you essentially only have the puppets he uses. Giving one of his bodies a massage wouldn't even resolve his stress yet he wouldn't deny you if you were to ask if you could do this for one of his bodies, most likely the one of Yahiko if we consider that this is the body he keeps around the most. There is going to be a potentially tense atmosphere though which is mainly derived from the lack of reaction from Pain's side as you massage the cold skin of one of his bodies. It is Yahiko's real body who would be in a more urgent need of a massage yet he'd be very adament on not letting you touch him. His body is in a terrible condition, wrecked beyond repair and you'd need a good portion of his trust for him to let you that close for that long to him, that is if you can even handle the sight of his destroyed and sick body. He'd be so tense the entire time though as you somehow have to work your way around the black rods embedded in his skin, purple eyes constantly looking at you slightly uncomfortable.

Erwin Smith

🎖️​Erwin is a man loaded with ambitions, responsibility and duties as the Commander of the Survey Corps and with that position comes a good portion of stress and problems at times. Normally he'd do his best to hide potential stress he is feeling from you but you eventually learn to read the subtle signs that something is plaguing his mind. Whether he actually accepts your offer or not is actually something that depends on what it is exactly that weighs on his mind as he is the type to keep such things to himself. He'd give in with a subtle sigh when he caves in and accepts your offer before he removes his shirt and lays down on your shared bed. He'd be quiet for the first half of it all until he starts slowly loosening up and starts talking with you. It'll mainly be about small and unimportant things as he remains secretive about what it is that is currently the source of his stress though if you manage to really kneed the stress out of his back muscles well, he may vaguely talk about the predicament he finds himself currently in. He'll also guide you a bit by telling you which areas are stiff and need the help of your fingers kneeding all the tension out of them.

Reiner Braun

🟤​Reiner's wellbeing, at least mentally, relies largely on you as the years pass and he receives trauma after trauma. This is no secret to you either as he panics and has meltdowns if he can't find you, extremely paranoid as well as terrified that you may end up leaving him too which would leave him utterly devastated and unable to deal with his life. His stress is very visible and he always reaches out to you first whenever it gets the better of him, which happens quite frequently. Any reassurance and affection is welcomed in such situations which is why he'd agree before you can even finish your question. He'll be a putty mess the entire time as your hands squeeze and massage his tense muscles, his breath hitching a couple of times when you find an especially tense knot and work your way through those spots until they loosen up. Instead of talking, he'd prefer to hear your voice throughout the massage as it is his favorite sound in the world. Talk about your day, your favorite memories or just whisper reassurances to him, you'll have him melting underneath you no matter what.

Tomura Shigaraki

✋Shigaraki is an individual who is prying for your affection and depending on which version we're talking about, he'll be either very bratty about it or more secretive and mature. He's always been a malicious and twisted person but he hasn't always considered that this would influence your own feelings for him which is why he would be more surprised to hear such an offer from you after he's freed himself from the shackles of his past due to him being more understanding of your possibly conflicted feelings for him at this stage. Pre-Re-Destro Tomura would be surprisingly iffy at first though, wondering if you have any hidden intentions whilst post-Re-Destro Tomura would be better to assess your request as honest and innocent, his own heart fluttering for a moment when he realises that you do seem to care for him. Shigaraki isn't used to being touched much and his bratty version is going to make that obvious by constantly squirming around when your fingers dig into his muscles and constantly stealing glances at you with a growing blush on his face whilst a more mature version of himself-whilst facing the same sensitivity- would be able to hide it better whilst remaining still.

Ken Kaneki

🔲​The biggest cause of Kaneki's stress is going to be his own insecurity in regards to you. Constantly fretting over your wellbeing and your safety whilst completely dismissing his own needs, you become the center of his world. He thinks of himself as despicable and a monster, thinks any hatred you feel for him is justified all whilst secretly craving for you to give him a slice of affection still. His heart nearly jumps out of his chest when he hears your question before he turns around with reddened cheeks, eyes blown wide open as he stutters and stammers. A-are you sure? Did he just hear that right? Easily manipulated to follow your every beckon and call as long as it doesn't require him to part ways with you, despite his low self-esteem he finds himself being guided to the futon where he lies down and removes his shirt. His heart is pounding and his face is burning the moment your fingers brush the skin on his back, his muscles tensing up due to how flustered and nervous he is feeling for a good while until he slowly starts relaxing. He gets embarrassed when he lets out a throaty grunt for the first time when your fingers dig into stiffened muscles until you reassure him that it's fine.

Tomioka Giyu

🌊​Giyu is a person who tends to get stressed out not only by his status as a Hashira and his survivor guilt but also because the people around him stress him out. Though he wouldn't admit it openly as he's aware os his obsessive feelings, your presence is needed in order for him to have some semblance of peace in his life. Your question catches him by surprise as he stops what he is doing for a second before he turns around to look at you with his deep blue eyes. Seconds trickle by and the situation gets somewhat awkward until you swear that you can see a faint pink blush on his face. You'll have to pester him for a while as you realise that he's feeling a tad bit shy with the aspect of having you touch him that much. Stubbornness eventually leads you to where you wanted to have him as he rests on his stomach on the futon, his torso bare for you to work on. He's almost too silent though so you feel the need to ask him sometimes how it feels and if there are any stiff spots he'd like you to work through and his answers are as short and laconic as ever. It's only when you catch a sight of his face that you realise that the pink blush has spread on his face as he feels your hands touching him.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

🌪️​As someone who has a rather short temper and thinks of himself at times surrounded by idiots, Sanemi finds himself on more than one occasion in a bad mood. Luckily you manage to cool his scorching temper efficiently by now as you have been more or less forced to adapt after all. It is your experience in how to handle him when he comes storming back to the house with a scowl on his face that leads you to ask him if he'd like you to give him a massage. He does stop for a moment to process your words before he agrees and drags you to the bedroom. He quickly undresses before flopping down on the futon, his scarred and muscular back facing you, flexing his muscles on purpose. If he notices that your gaze lingers on his scars and muscles, he's going to give you a cocky grin before reminding you to not forget to use your hands in between admiring his body so much. He'll remain surprisingly silent as soon as you start working on his back though, only the occasional grunt leaving his lips when you find a especially tense spot. He enjoys it a lot, in fact so much that he kind of demands you to do this more often from him whenever he has to deal with another bunch of idiots again.

Chae Yul

💜​Chae Yul is openly trying to coax any affectionate response out of you whilst busily smothering you in his own. He's touch-starved and deprived of any love and affection and acts like it to the point where he disturbs other people with his burning jealousy and possessive clinginess. Any affection you give him is something he will pounce on like a starved dog. His face immediately bursts into a red blush when you ask him if he'd be fine with you giving him a massage as he has been stressed out lately due to some of your friends trying to convince you that he is a bad influence for you. He agrees with a giddy grin on his face, his shirt tossed carelessly to the ground as he turns around to give you access. The blush only deepens as soon as your fingers dig into his flesh, his hands tightening their hold on the material beneath him as he starts to whimper whenever you find an especially good spot and press into his tense muscles. It honestly sounds like you're doing more than just giving him a massage, the red blush on his face not helping the image but he is much more shameless as he has fully embraced how depraved your love has made him.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

★Mental Hospital AU! AOT Chapters★

Prologue ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 1- Meeting Eren ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ Chapter 2- Meeting Armin  (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Chapter 3- Meeting Levi (っ- ‸ - ς) Chapter 4- Break Time ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 5- Meeting Connie (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Chapter 6- Meeting Jean (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ! Chapter 7- Meeting Reiner ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ Chapter 8- Lunch Time ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 9- Meeting Bertolt ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^) Chapter 10- Exchange ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 11- Yeager or Ackerman ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 12- Eren ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ Chapter 13- Armin (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Chapter 14- Lunch Duty Chapter 15- Levi (っ- ‸ - ς) Chapter 16- Break In ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 17- Connie (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Chapter 18- Jean (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ! Chapter 19- Reiner ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ Chapter 20- Bertolt ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^) Chapter 21- Blackout  ᯓᝰ.ᐟ ~| Eren Ending |~ ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ ~| Armin Ending |~ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ ~| Levi Ending |~ (っ- ‸ - ς) ~| Connie Ending |~ (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ ~| Jean Ending |~ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ! ~| Reiner Ending |~ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ~| Bertolt Ending |~ ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^) ~| Erwin Ending |~ ˙ᵕ˙

[yanderecrazysie]

Reiner Braun General Yandere Profile

Requested privately on Tumblr.

Reiner is my favorite Attack on Titan character, so this was fun to write.

WARNINGS: NSFW portion, spoilers

Aware, Delusional, or Denialistic?

Is he aware of what he is doing or is he delusional/in denial?

Reiner is aware. I would say delusional, because he can be a little, but he knows what he’s doing is wrong. He cries over the guilt of what he’s doing on a regular basis, especially if it hurts you. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy, but he’s also very selfish.

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Obsessive or Possessive?

Does he care more about you or about owning you?

Reiner is obsessive- he cares about you so, so, so much. He cares so much that it hurts. He does want you to be his, desperately, but he cares a lot about your comfort and happiness. It’s a struggle between wanting you and wanting your happiness.

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General Behavior Analysis:

How does he generally behave around you?

Reiner is a big brother figure in a sense. He’s protective, defending you from anyone that hurts you and from titans. If you’re an “island devil”, he wants to protect you from titan shifters too. He enjoys making you laugh and seeing you smile, so he often jokes around with you. He’s softer with you, finally happy for once in his tragic life.

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Utilize or Avoid kidnapping?

Does he prefer kidnapping you or does he prefer finding other methods to obtain you?

Reiner wants desperately to have a normal relationship with you, but he’ll probably resort to kidnapping. His life is dangerous, deadly. He doesn't have a choice. 

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Spiral Analysis:

Does he spiral out of control quickly or is he able to hold on to his humanity for a long time before he snaps?

Reiner spirals quickly. He definitely has attachment issues, so the minute someone shows him some understanding and kindness, he latches on to them. That’s bad news for you, because it makes him snap pretty quickly. After all, the world is a dangerous place.

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Restrain, Threaten, or Barricade?

Does he resort to restraining you, threatening you, or locking down the building/room to keep you kidnapped?

Reiner locks down the room to keep you there. He would never threaten you, he loves you too much for that. And he knows you’d be miserable if you were restrained. He wants you as happy as possible, although you can never leave.

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Escape Attempt Analysis:

How he would react to a successful or failed escape attempt.

He’d be heartbroken! Sobbing into your neck with his arms wrapped tightly around you as soon as he got ahold of you again. He knows you’re not happy here, but he needs you. 

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Manipulate or Overpower?

How easy would it be to overpower or manipulate him in order to escape?

Overpowering is impossible, I mean, he’s the armored titan and very strong in human form. Manipulation is a possibility, however. Reiner’s mental state is not very good, so if you can take advantage of his guilt and past trauma, you might be able to escape. But you’ll probably feel very bad about doing it.

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Lenient or Strict?

How long is the chain (metaphorical or not) that he keeps you on?

Reiner lets you do whatever you want in the room he keeps you in. He wants your happiness, so he tries to buy you things that will make you happy. He’s not rich by any means, but we’ve seen how he likes to spoil the ones he cares about, so he’d definitely try to spoil you.

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Rule and Punishment Analysis:

What kind of rules he has and what punishments you receive for breaking them.

Reiner doesn’t punish and he doesn’t set any rules. If you try to escape or say something hurtful, he’ll just feel like he deserves it.

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Rival Elimination Analysis:

How he deals with rivals and potential elimination methods.

Reiner doesn’t deal with rivals out of jealousy, but only out of fear for your safety. For instance, if you have a bully. He’d feel very little guilt about killing them because he’s saving you. But sometimes, all they need is a little intimidation, since Reiner’s a big, muscular guy with titan powers.

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Anger Analysis:

How easily he angers, how that anger looks, and how to calm him down.

Reiner doesn’t get angry at you, but he does get angry at people who threaten your safety, physically or emotionally. For example, if you’re Marleyan, Porco can be a real jerk to you, so Reiner’s easily angered by him. He sometimes picks a fight, but normally he stews in his silent rage. He’s calmed down only by you.

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Above, Beneath, or Equal?

How does he view you: as something to worship, to own, or just as another human being?

Reiner is a worshiper. To him, you’re a perfect being, one that he’s lucky enough to just be near. He looks to you for comfort and affection and he feels like you’re the only person in the world who could ever make him happy that way.

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Requite or Reject?

How does he react to you accepting or rejecting his love?

He feels like he deserves rejection, but it fuels his desire to kidnap you. After all, how can he protect you when you don’t love him? A weak argument, but he needs an excuse. Accepting however? He’s over the moon. Now you can be a happy, normal couple.

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Determination Analysis:

The level of determination to get you to requite or accept his feelings.

Like I said, Reiner feels like he deserves a rejection. I think, if he kidnaps you, he’d try to treat you right and secretly wish that you’d just love him back, make things easier for the both of you, but he wouldn’t pursue that specifically too much. He doesn’t deserve your love.

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Dominant or Submissive?

Are they dominant, submissive, or a switch?

Dominant. He doesn’t mind being on the bottom, but he can’t help but take control even in that situation. He just loves the feeling of your tightness so much that he can’t help but pound into you.

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Favorite Position?

Favorite sex position.

I think he’d like missionary because he can hold your hand and stare into your eyes. If he gets teary-eyed, like he sometimes does during sex with you, he can bury his face in your neck. He also likes doggy style though.

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Kinks?

Their favorite kinks.

I could picture Reiner maybe having a mommy kink, but he definitely has a size kink. You’re just so small or fragile compared to him!

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Favorite body part?

Their favorite body part on you.

Reiner’s an ass kind of guy, as we kind of saw with the female titan. He loves to grope your ass and watch it jiggle as you walk around.

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Giver or Receiver?

Do they prefer giving or receiving pleasure?

Giving. I mean, don’t get him wrong, he loves when you suck him off, but that’s only if you’re doing it by your own choice. Otherwise, he loves to eat you out, especially when you sit on his face.

[rubywithecat]

hi ruby❤️

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

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

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

Reiner x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hope you love this! <33

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[greenfoxeyedbrunette]

tw! kn1fe pl4y, wound, blood (that part is a flashback though so i guess you can skip that part; that section will be marked)

viewer discretion is advised specifically because of the kn1fe pl4y !!

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Your lover strips down naked and enters the shower. Looking down on his body, he eyes the shallow mark you left him on his inner arm last night. He sighs as he slowly runs his finger on the wound recalling the events leading up to it.

tw!! You grin as you slide your blade into his skin. "Oh.. so pretty~" you say in amusement. Your eyes gleam as his blood leaks through similar to how his eyes drip a tear or two from the pain.

"I-it.. I.." his brows furrowed, frowns and gritting his teeth from the sting. "Augh~" he moans as you put your open mouth to his cut, slowly licking it..!!tw end

"Mmm~ fuck I.." he puts his own mouth to his arm, making out with it. Imagining as if he was making out with you instead. 

You smile "You're so good for me". You leave kisses on the skin repeatedly.

"Ngh.. yes..!" he kneels on the bathroom floor. He's rock hard and doesn't hesitate to touch himself while he continues to kiss his body.

Tears well up in his eyes out of pity for himself. "Fuck... I'm so pathetic..." He squeezes his dick and pumps even harder. "Hah.. fuck" hot c*m shoots out from his body. He adds with a voice crack "..I love you! "

armin arlert, alexis ness, michael kaiser, reiner braun, kazutora hanemiya, kokonoi hajime, izana kurokawa, julian devorak, kaedehara kazuha

[lesinquietes]

You told me you’re thirsty for Reiner and I hear you because he’s such a promising yandere 🥺

18+ // angst, breeding kink, very dark themes, dissociation, noncon, suicidal ideation

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Trauma really fucks a man up, yknow? He’s got rejection issues, he goes into dissociative states, he’s exceptionally impulsive, maybe gets a little suicidal when he feels he’s lost all control… but if he has you, he might not go off the deep end as much. And what if that’s Marley’s reason for arranging your marriage to him, a year after he returns from Paradis, proud and semi-triumphant?

You’ve seen the way he looks at you. Guys like Reiner aren’t shy; they make it know when they’re attracted to you. He doesn’t glance away when you catch him staring. He compliments your dresses every time he sees you in them. He almost asks you on dates before you either scurry out of the conversation or his cousin surprises him. You just don’t see him as a romantic interest.

But he thinks he can change that.

He has to change that.

Because without you, there’s no point in going on.

On your wedding night, he doesn’t consummate the marriage. You say you aren’t ready. As much as there’s an animalistic itch inside of him that implores him to pin you down on the mattress and impregnate you, he lets you have the win. Patience is virtue, and he has a fuck tonne of it… or so he thinks. But existential dread is a cruel bitch, and his life span isn’t like that of regular people. He gets restless at times. He loses control of himself. He wakes up, halfway through a dissociative spell, with his pants down, his cock out, and your underwear ripped to shreds. He holds you while you whimper, horrified of the man giving you comfort, confused why you’re willing to accept his care.

And the spells get worse. And he gets closer, each time, to having you, until it finally happens. He awakens when you’re half full of him, tiny pussy stretching to his veiny girth, body panting and wheezing from shock. This isn’t how he wanted to take you for the first time. He was hoping you’d come around before his total loss of inhibition.

But nonetheless, he finishes. He tries to finish you, too, rubbing your sweet, quivering clit with a large thumb, apologizing profusely in your ear, telling you he has to do this, because if he doesn’t, he’ll go crazy. The latter bit of his declaration is true. To have you in this capacity is to have you in some capacity. Although it might not mean that you love him, it means he has a part of you that no one else can ever have again.

“Shhh, sweetheart; you’re doing so good for me. Oh fuck, so good… so good, baby. I’ve wanted this since I first saw you, my love… wanted to make you a mama…”

[ambrosialdesire]

bloodsports

[ PART ONE ] [ PART TWO ]

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: modern au!reiner x fem!reader word count: 13.6k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, explicit sexual content, unhealthy relationships, misogyny, public humiliation mentions, sorta an unbalanced power dynamic, a/b/o dynamics and themes, modern & college/university au, alpha & hockey player jock reiner (will be sorta ooc but ig you can count it as his s1-3 soldier persona), omega reader, enemies to sorta friends to enemies again to lovers (but both reiner and reader are stubborn dumdums and it's sorta one-sided), bertolt x reader implications, heavy jealousy/possessive themes, heavy self-sabotage, alcohol consumption, violence & blood warning, "fated" mates, usage of suppressants, unwarranted scenting, kinda scenting kink?, pheromone-bombing, size difference, size kink, noncon kissing, all characters are 18+ synopsis: trying to get through uni should've been easy, but presenting as an omega made you become a seemingly easy target for the many disgusting alphas that roamed the campus. no matter how much suppressants you took, you unfortunately just had to grab the attention of the most notorious one out there. the university's famed center in ice hockey, reiner braun. to you, he was nothing but a godforsaken, meatheaded annoyance. a/n: i am not one of god's strongest when comes to a/b/o or the omegaverse LMFAOO LIKE I CAN'T DENY IT, SUMN ABOUT IT MAKES ME GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL AND IDC WHAT OTHERS THINK 👺👺 anywaysss, yea it's another hatefuck reiner fic that i decided recently to make a two parter LOL i made reiner a hockey player because i kinda like hockey more (i watched one game irl with my sibling and it was hella cool even tho the team we were cheering for lost 💀 the state pride was crazy, i had no idea how irritating it was hearing the other team fans cheer 😭) but i'm really really new to the sport so forgive me if i make some mistakes about it lol (i did modify it a little so it can be more dramatic and violent lol) happy valentine's day (ik this late AFFFFF LMFAO) and hope you guys enjoy this! the second part will hopefully come not too far behind, maybe in december once i'm freed from school haha note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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"You're coming to my game, right?"

The sudden weight on the table of someone leaning upon it on the other side caused it to creak, but you didn't have to look up to know who it was. The wafting smell of warm, spiced vanilla with vague, yet noticeable earthy tones wrapped around you like a familiar heated blanket. No matter how nice it smelled, it only bubbled irritation within you. You continued writing your notes, ignoring the looming presence.

"Omega, answer and look at me." A chill ran down your spine and your head felt heavy once he spoke, the demand stern and clear. You didn't want to answer him, but your secondary gender was scratching at your brain like a persistent fly. Answer him, answer your alpha.

You stubbornly pinched your leg once to get yourself out of it before finally looking up at the man himself, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Can't. Have finals tomorrow. Also, don't ever do that shit to me or call me that."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, already knowing he wasn't going to take that as an answer. "You weren't answering me and c'mon, it's only for a few hours babe. Who wouldn't come to their alpha's big game today?"

"Me because you're not my alpha and I'm not your babe. Go find some other omega that drools over you because this one isn't going." You grumbled as you stood up, beginning to collect your stuff to get back to your dorm. He grabbed your wrist before you got your notebook, pulling you towards him, eyes were gleaming with determination.

"Come to my game and I won't bother you anymore. I promise."

You pulled your arm out of his grasp with a frown, quickly debating in your mind. Could you trust him?

On one hand, it would be nice to not get disturbed by him anymore. But on the other, that means you have to be packed in a stadium with sweaty alphas and a handful of excitable betas and omegas for an hour or two. The smell would be awful and overwhelming, false ruts and heats would get triggered easily from the adrenaline. You didn't even like ice hockey or any sport in general, too many alphas dominated the industry.

You bit back a heavy sigh, finally deciding on your answer.

"Ugh. I'm holding you to that promise then Reiner. No randomly showing up at my dorm, no waiting for me at the end of my classes, don't have your friends try and check up on me for your behalf either. Got it?" His hazel eyes lit up immediately and he nodded, his smile wide.

"You got it babe, I'll pick you up at 6."

You were about to tell him off about the pet name but he ran off, whooping in the quiet library while slamming the doors open. A few of the students' and staffs' glares went over to you, causing you to grimace before finally picking up your notebook. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

Life wasn't like this before. For a year and half, you've had an alpha cling onto your every move as if you've claimed one another. It may seem like that to him but you definitely didn't want anything to do with him. All Reiner did was bring a mix of trouble to you, a burden that you never wanted. Your secondary gender was supposed to be a hidden secret for only yourself to know — the prescribed supplements made sure of that — and you were supposed to present as a beta in order to live a peaceful university life. How painfully frustrating it was to be found out from a simple error in your day-to-day routine.

You were in a rush, you're human after all, and forgot to take them before you left your dorm. It wasn't until you entered your class when a brick of strong smells bitterly hit your nose, something that never happened before. One day and that's all it took for everyone's eyes to latch onto your frame, the horrifying hunger glimmering in the darks of their pupils.

You froze, unable to move from the doorway. The vileness of their stench rang alarms in your head, they were all sour and distasteful with every short whiff you took. It was overwhelming, heavy, and nauseating. You knew what they were all thinking, internally debating whether you should run back to your dorm or transfer.

A large arm had made its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to their body. You panicked at first until a whiff of something sweet in the air stopped you. A spiced vanilla enveloped your senses with every breath you took and like a switch, your body immediately calmed down, unintentionally leaning closer to them to continue feeling this sweet relief.

"Hey." You tilted your head up at the person who was currently holding you by the neck and felt dread quickly fill up your stomach once more.

Reiner Braun, one of the most notorious womanizers on campus and the university's proclaimed players in ice hockey.

Reiner Braun, smelling like a freshly baked pastry, slinging his arm around you while unintentionally managing to bring you back to your senses.

Reiner Braun, whose face is suddenly way too close and you could just barely feel the brush of his lips against yours.

Your face burned up at the realization and you shoved him off you, eyes wide and mouth parted open in shock as you watched him stumble back to reality. What the fuck just happened and why the fuck did he smell so good out of everyone here? He looked like he was appalled by what he did as well but recovered faster than you did, a sly smirk growing on his face.

"Hey omega, just a head's up. The next time you come to class, don't smell like a sweet treat for us alphas alright?"

You thought you couldn't burn up even more than before, your body beginning to tremble in complete rage and mortification as the students began to howl in amusement. All of your emotions were pumping through your system all at once way too quickly and you finally ran out of the class, tears brimming on the edges of your eyes. There was no way you could handle being in there for another second. The boisterous laughter faded away in your eardrums and once you got far enough from prying eyes and ears, you collapsed to the ground and nearly sobbed your heart out.

You knew attending this university would be difficult but never in your life did you think you'd be humiliated in this way, just for one stupid little mistake. To alphas, any mistake that wasn't from their pretentious clique meant your life, your downfall, everything. It becomes a weakness to exploit and use, like a deer with a broken leg completely surrounded by a pack of starving wolves.

All you could think about over and over as you finally made it to your dorm was:

Fuck Reiner Braun.

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After that day, you made sure to take your supplements on time with an alarm. Regardless of that, you still felt skittish once you stepped foot in that damn class again. Not because of the possibility that the knowing glances of your classmates would come your way, but the fact that Reiner would not leave you alone ever since he embarrassed you.

When you finally went back to that class in the next lecture, you placed yourself all the way in the back corner than your usual spot, trying to hide yourself away until everyone forgot about the incident. It seemed that your humiliating moment had faded away quickly like a passing breeze since no one looked your way as the seats began to fill up one by one. It was not until you heard the familiar laugh of him, only then you started getting nervous.

You stared down in your notebook, trying to look as busy as possible but the shuffle of a heavy bag and a body sitting down next to you in the loudest way possible confirmed your worst suspicions.

"Good thing you saved a seat for me, that’s so nice of you omega." Reiner congratulated you in a false manner and you grimaced, turning your head towards him. He wasn't looking at you but he was smiling as he looked to the front of the room. You had to force yourself not to stare at his body, which was a mental battle in itself when his pheromones were as strong as ever.

He most likely exercised before coming here, a faint sweat stain on the chest of his white cut-off tank top confirming your thoughts. The tank top was hiding little to the imagination, loose enough to where you can see his sculpted muscles from the side but tight enough to where it accentuated his chest. He was manspreading — a common occurrence in those who were considered to be extremely prideful alphas — and wearing dark gray sweatpants.

You didn't mean to but your gaze slightly wandered a little more down, heart nearly stopped in your chest when you just barely spotted the faint outline of his half-hard cock against the fabric. He was... big and if that was him barely aroused, wow. You'd pray for those that let this son-of-a-bitch hit another time.

The usually dormant annoyance in your brain wanted to get down on her knees and suck him off till he got hard in her mouth, but you had to viciously fight her back into the deep crevices of your mind. You don't know why the urge was so strong, the meds you took usually gave you no sexual desires towards anyone. Maybe you need to up the dosage? You'd have to make a doctor's appointment soon because you don't know if you could stand this new disgusting pervert inside you.

It would be the coldest day in Hell if you ever let Reiner fuck you.

"I have a name, use it or fuck off." You turned back to your notebook and he chuckled in amusement.

"You got a bite now omega? Where was she the last time we spoke?"

"Maybe she would've been there if she wasn't on the verge of a breakdown. Fucking asshole." You muttered the last bit, starting to ignore him once the professor finally entered the class. Cracking your knuckles and opening your laptop to the latest powerpoint, you began writing down the important points of what was in the week's module. It took you nearly half of the three hour long lecture to notice that he didn't make any sound, no writing or keyboard clacking or any tapping from his phone. Your peripherals just barely caught the sight of him and your skin ran cold.

Reiner wasn't paying attention to the lecture. You started to practically feel the absolute intensity of his stare, burning two deep holes into the side of your face. The chair lightly squeaked as he suddenly moved closer to you, the audible sound of him sniffing at you came after.

What the fuck was his problem? You quickly inched yourself away from him, backing into the wall but he followed suit almost immediately. His large frame nearly engulfed yours, the sheer heat of his body radiating off as he neared you.

He sniffed once above your head, then again and again as if he was searching for something. Thank God you decided to shower this morning. The tense atmosphere between the two of you grew thicker with each passing second until his hazel eyes narrowed, the corner of his mouth twitched in faint irritation.

"...You don't smell like anything." Reiner sourly muttered before pulling away, giving back the needed space.

"Uh... yeah? I got back on track with my meds." What was up with him? Reiner had never once spoken to you before the incident, in the class and out of it. In this class in particular, you've usually seen him on his phone, napping, or quietly chatting with the nearest poor soul.

He's known to not fool around with your kind, back when you were still portraying yourself as a beta. Why would he? To them, betas were boring and basic. They weren't alpha enough to be considered to be one of them and not omega enough to fuck. His preferences were pretty out there in whispers and giggles too, so it's not like he would need a reason to talk to you unless it was to get his dick wet for the night. That seemed to be the plan in mind since he was continuously interacting with you.

"Why would you?" Reiner nonchalantly questioned, as if he wasn't the one of the reasons why you take such heavy supplements. Your eye twitched, your fingers tightening around your pen.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" You scowled, watching him shrug and lean back onto the chair.

"Yeah, why not? You're the first omega I've met with a scent that's not doused in cheaply made perfume, it's..." He stopped, thinking of the right words before finally settling on one. "Original."

You scrunched your nose, conflicted with what he just described. He is the talk of the campus, most if not all omegas would've loved to be marked by him; no wonder they try to court him with different concoctions. Then again, he could just be saying that to get into your pants. Original, ha! If he liked this so-called originality, he should find it in someone else.

"I'm not interested y'know, not after what you did last time."

After you said that, all the words seemed to die in his mouth. He became quiet for the rest of the lecture and you didn't have the courage to look back up to see his expression. The silence was a simmering awkwardness, and you could only try and listen to the professor as much as you could. His smell was now twisted with a dullness to it, almost bland and distasteful like the rest of the room. When the lesson finally ended, you started to zip your bag close and pull it through your arms, until his hand grabbed the strap and lifted it up onto his own shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing?" Panic bubbled in your chest as you tried to grab it back but he kept maneuvering out of your reach, a playful smile growing on his lips.

"Think of this as an apology to you omega. I'll walk you to your next class." Your heart dropped to your stomach, the last thing you needed was even more people staring at you, especially with the campus fuckboy in tow.

"You really don't have to and don't call me that." Reiner snorted as he walked down the stairs, you having no choice but to follow him.

"What else can I call you if you haven't told me your name yet?" He held the door open for you, readjusting the bags he was holding. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"Why offer to walk me to my next class when I don't even know your name?" It was a lie, of course everyone knew him just by the simple utter of his name, but he laughed at your simple comeback, genuinely laughed. It didn't sound like it did when he poked fun of you that one day, your face starting to lightly flush warm.

"Fair enough. Name's Reiner, Reiner Braun. One of the University of Marley Warriors centers." You slightly cringed at the title, he just had to add that fact in. Oh well, might as well play along just a little.

"Y/N L/N, one of the many second year students in the University of Marley."

He laughed once more and nudged you on the back with his elbow, letting you take the lead.

"You're a funny girl Y/N."

You had to ignore the way your stomach fluttered from the way he said it, picking up your pace. Remember, you had to remember that he caused you a turmoil of anguish for a near week. All you were going to give him was this moment and that's it.

"Thanks."

Now that you think back on it, how silly it was for you to think that this was the last time he was ever going to talk to you.

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There wasn't a minute in your day where Reiner wasn't in your presence.

Nearly every day for roughly five or six months since you've started talking to one another, he'd manage to find you and socialize. He'd give you a small snack or drink too, ruffling your hair once you took it from his hand and sitting down in the seat next to you. Every day was a different topic that he asked, ranging from simple questions to a little more personal ones. You knew he was trying to pry whenever you didn’t say much about yourself so you've revealed only a few tidbits, nothing big. Sometimes he needed studying help and you didn't mind tutoring him about the subjects you were sorta knowledgeable in. He always seemed so interested and focused in whatever you say, so hey, at least he was a decent listener.

He started rejecting hang-outs with his friends and teammates, all to simply talk to you. It's crazy how often he did it, a few times occurring in front of you through phone calls. He'd only mentioned his teammates when he tried to invite you to numerous practices, implying that he wanted them to meet you. You turned him down about it for the first few times, creating excuses to not go, until you got tired of him asking and finally begrudgingly agreed.

Watching him practice made you realize one thing about him: Reiner loved to play dirty.

Of course since you were merely a new bystander of the sport, it might've been one of the core strategies of how to win in hockey. Yet the more you observed, the more you noticed how he treated everyone on the ice, friend or foe. He told you before that centers did a lot for their team and were known to be more on the offense, even when defending. You thought the role was perfect for him, considering how he started this whole "friendship" thing with you. However, the way he treated you was nothing compared to how he treated the sport.

It was like watching an illegal cage fight from the way he quickly sped towards the puck, viciously slamming into others to make way. A frightening sight indeed, maybe even more for the ones on the ice as they were the ones he barreled his shoulders into their chests and sides. You can't remember how many times you flinched watching an unfortunate player get rammed into the plastic barrier by Reiner, the heavy sound echoing throughout the stadium. Everyone on the opposing team was merely his punching bag and though they can get a few hits in, you could tell that they couldn't handle the constant confrontations. He didn't care that they were still his teammates and that this was merely a practice game. To lose is to lose and for an alpha, that could never be an option.

You never told him this, but you never liked the look in his eyes that he gets whenever he played, the darks of his pupils blowing out the once-warm hazel color with a carnal and exhilarated intensity within them.

Regardless of his violent attitude, Reiner genuinely worked well with his team, whomever was on his side at least. He especially got along with whoever jersey number 60 is — the only hint being that his last name is Hoover — and who was noticeably taller than anyone else on the team. The two were extremely compatible, making the smoothest passes that whenever you blinked, it would seem that the other had the puck in the first place.

The strangest part of it all was that he'd make you wear his jersey afterwards, that's also somewhat the reason why you stopped coming over to his practices besides the extreme harshness of the sport. It was way too intimate for him to be sharing a highly scented object to a friend but you've tried refusing, saying that you hated the stink and it was still wet with sweat. Reiner never really cared about what you said about it and pulled it over your head, the fabric hanging loosely mid-thigh. You hated how calm it made you feel and how every time he asked for it back, you'd hesitate.

Even if he did like you, you don't know why he was being overly friendly. Was it because you were an omega that he had to be nice to you? You tried not to think about it like that since you were slowly getting used to his presence, as if he became a part of your routine.

He never pushed anything sexual onto you either like you originally thought he was going to. Sure, he'd make a weird comment or joke here or there but it never really made you uncomfortable or escalated into something else. Your feelings towards him simmered down to a level of neutrality, not quite at peace from what he did but not as angry as before. Did he feel bad for his actions? He never really said an actual apology to you, but is that really why you still find him aggravating to be around with?

"You're such a study bug, don't you know how to have a little fun?" Reiner skimmed his fingers against the already-read pages, your bodies squished side-by-side, one of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist as the two of you read your textbook together. You don't know why or when but you started to not mind the physical contact with him anymore; you chalked it up to it being the winter months and you were cold as hell, he was basically the closest thing to a portable heater. Your physician upped the dosage of your meds as well and there was a noticeable difference, but it didn't seem to deter the thoughts you were having about Reiner. They probably would’ve faded away if not for his constant presence.

"I don't have time for fun, unlike you with your full-ride and sports." You muttered as you flipped the page, eyes skimming over the new paragraphs. He groaned and rested his head on top of yours, taking in a deep breath. You’ve noticed that he was more touchier with you compared to his other friends that you once watched from afar before, but you’ve gotten used to it for the past few months.

He was silent for a few pages until you could feel his fingers trail up against your scent gland, your body immediately freezing up. He shouldn’t be touching you there, a shiver going up your spine as you felt his fingertips rub light circles around it. You couldn’t stop him, not when your brain was currently being scrambled with the feeling.

"Your smell is still not there." He off-handily murmured, finally removing his hand from your neck and letting you collect your thoughts again.

You swallowed thickly, trying to clear your throat. "I think you forget that I take heavy suppressants."

"Why do you? Do you really not want to fuck anyone any time soon?" You cringed at his wording, meeting his eyes.

"Well yeah, pretty much. I want to focus on school, not constantly wonder if I'm going to suddenly go into heat around an alpha. And it's a guaranteed protection, I don't want to get accidentally marked this early in my life." You could feel his hand squeeze and knead at the meat of your hip, knowing that he was in thought.

"I don't know if our class remembers what sub-gender I am but you certainly do, you were literally in trance when you met me," You pointed out, feeling your skin prickle warm as you thought back on the memory. "And it was my mistake, I didn't mean to get off of them and do that to you. I'm pretty much protecting myself and others from doing something... irrational."

What he didn't know is that having no heat at all for months at a time had made you indescribably horny, but you've been managing it so well that you really didn't need any outside assistance at all. Him being the only alpha that hangs around you on a day-to-day basis and consistently touching you has not made the thoughts any better than they were before, but you forced those damn heinous ideas in the back of your mind every time. Bothersome they were and you tried to not let it get to you as much as possible.

Reiner nodded slowly, closing his eyes. "Well if you do get into a heat, I'm available for use."

You gasped, quickly jabbing your elbow into his side, causing him to flinch from the feeling and laugh almost aloud in the quiet library. "God, don't say that here!"

"It's true! There's a line-up of omegas that need help through their heats, I'm not the only one that's getting something out of it. They need a knot and I give it to them." You don't know why but hearing him admit that made you almost freeze and feel your stomach drop. Every time you're reminded of his reputation, something in you twists in an unpleasant way. It's strange. You have no reason to feel this way when you don't even like him in any romantic sense.

"I'd rather not hear about your many conquests, thank you very much." His eyes connected to yours and you tried not to pull away, trying not to feign anything that would give you up.

"Don't tell me... You're jealous, aren't you?" He teased as his grin grew wider and you scoffed, closing the textbook almost a little too hard.

"Please, as if! I'm not the one here insinuating into starting something." You huffed and tried to disconnect your body from his to put the book away but he didn't let you, his arm holding you around the crook of your back firmly.

"I never mark them, if that makes you feel better. No matter how much they beg me to, I don't. I'm pretty good at controlling myself."

You paused, the heavy stone in your stomach still dragging you down. He sounded honest about it and any omega that he marked would've bragged about it for years to come. Hell, you wouldn't even be as close as you were with him right now if that was the case. Yet, the admission didn't make you feel any better and you'd rather not praise him for something so bare minimum.

"...I really, really don't care Reiner. You can fuck anyone you want silly and it's none of my business. I'm not your mate and you're not mine." His eyes softened, looking at you so fondly that you almost wanted to take back every word you had just said.

"We could be."

Time stopped. The way he said it so nonchalantly made you feel absolutely breathless, like you were punched so deeply in the gut. You so desperately wanted to kiss him in that moment — say fuck it, why not be his mate for the rest of your lives — but that was nothing but the godforsaken omega in you talking. This wasn't some cheesy romcom movie, this was real life. Why in the world would he think there was a possibility that he’d be your mate? The two of you barely knew each other besides the light-hearted chats you’ve had together, he only liked your presence because like every other omega, you were easy.

No matter how long you stayed up at night thinking about him or how much you desired pressing your body against his at all times, you would not sacrifice your future for him. You were trying to be more than just your sub-gender and more than solely becoming an alpha’s eventual trophy wife. Being with him would only complicate things. There was nothing he could do or say would change your perspective.

As you stood up with your stuff, you told him as firmly as you were able to make it without your voice wavering.

"No, we couldn't."

It felt like it was you trying to convince yourself otherwise.

You’d do anything to not be the one watching his heart break right in front of your eyes, his mood changing almost immediately. He tried to look away from you but you saw the deep disappointment reflecting in his irises. The softness they once held hardened up once he realized what he was feeling, trying hard to swallow back the pain. The change of his smell washed over you in waves, a cold melancholy hitting the back of your throat while a burning anger bit at the pit of your stomach at the same time. It wasn't like him to be so distraught with a simple rejection, maybe you were the first one that didn't immediately fall for his charms.

Maybe, just maybe... it should've been you that had gotten rejected instead. Perhaps it would've made you feel less awful about it.

"Yeah, sorry. I… I don’t even know why I said that. Why would I even choose yo— No. Wait. Fuck, I—" Reiner cleared his throat quickly and stood up himself, ready to get out of the situation he put himself in. He was backpedaling, you knew he was, but it didn’t make you or him feel any better about the situation. He really was not used to rejection, huh?

"Let's... let's forget all that. There’s a party going on in Delta Kappa Theta tonight. If you want to come, come. I don’t want you to keep preventing yourself from having fun." The way he still cared about you first made you feel like you were the complete piece of shit here. No matter what though, you didn’t owe him a relationship or situationship or whatever you two have.

You partially nodded anyways, a squeak of an ‘okay’ barely escaping you as you watched him walk away. Every step that he took made you feel even less sure about what you just did, but it was for the best… right?

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It was the first frat party you’ve ever been to and as you approached the house, you knew that it was going to be way out of your comfort zone. You wanted to go back to your safe and warm dorm, make up an excuse to go to bed early, but Reiner was right, you shouldn't be cooping yourself up for so long without any other interaction besides him. You slowly took in a deep breath, tugging at the seams of your jacket before entering the house, music blaring in your ears and bright lights hitting your eyes as soon as you opened the door.

Find Reiner, find him. Your omega begged you as you shuffled through drunk and dancing bodies, but you ignored it. Would he even want to see you after you rejected him?

Someone tapped you on the shoulder and you turned towards the person, eyes wide with shock.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," Another alpha, his clean rain-like scent faint from the amount of alcohol in the air. He was extremely tall but folded his body within himself while holding a red solo cup, and his black hair was in desperate need of a new haircut, nearly covering the tops of his eyes. The man didn't seem to present himself like an alpha, his demeanor certainly different to the ones you've met and seen before. "You smelled like my friend and the lights are way too bright so I thought you were him, so sorry again."

He looked vaguely familiar but it seemed that he recognized you first, his mouth suddenly agape. "Wait. Aren't you the girl that Reiner keeps talking about? Uh... sorry. What was your name again?"

"Y/N, nice to meet you. Reiner... mentioned me?"

He kindly smiled and nodded, holding out his hand for you to shake. "Bertolt and you have no idea. You're basically all he wants to talk about recently."

It felt like your heart skipped a beat, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You really had that much of an effect on him? You felt partially proud that you, a complete nobody, managed to get him head over heels for you. The other part felt horrible, you didn't mean to lead him on like that to the point where he started bringing you up to his friends. It seemed that Bertolt realized what he said was causing you to get upset, pulling you towards the kitchen.

He quickly scooped up some liquid from a punchbowl and poured it into a new cup, handing it over to you. "Here. A drink might make you feel better."

You weren't new to drinking, only having it a few times casually here and there so you took a quick sip, a smooth burn going down your throat. You coughed lightly and shook your head, hearing him chuckle. He leaned against the countertop beside you, swirling around the cup in his hand.

"Bertolt?" You hated how small you sounded, trailing your fingertips against the ridges of the plastic cup.

"Hm?" He started to take another sip out of his drink, raising it up above his head.

"I don't know if he told you this already but I rejected him this afternoon." The sound of him choking and hacking followed suit immediately after you confessed, a spew of apologies running out of your mouth as you patted his back to get it all out. He definitely didn't tell him yet.

Once he managed to finally stop clearing his throat, he wiped his mouth and turned towards you, eyes wide. "Why did you?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and took another quick sip. "I told him that I wasn't looking for a romantic relationship or sex, all I want to do is focus on is passing my classes and graduating. That's the complete and honest truth."

His friend stayed quiet for a bit until he nodded once, as if he understood your reasoning.

"That's fair, you should be able to pursue what you want to do for your life instead of tending to his needs. It's hard out there for omegas and it's great that you're doing more for yourself. I know Reiner really does actually like you, but you don't have to pursue anything with him if you don't want to. You control what you get to do."

You felt flushed from both the alcohol and his words, you've never met an alpha that shared such a considerably controversial opinion before. You quietly thanked him, watching him tilt his head up towards the ceiling, sighing softly.

"Reiner... I've known Reiner since middle school and fuck, he has his moments where he tends to be a shitty guy, even long before he presented as an alpha. He's stubborn as hell and rarely listens to us and he's occasionally a great guy to be teamed up with, but inside, I know he's just trying to figure himself out."

"What do you mean?" He flinched, beginning to sweat bullets as he nervously fidgeted next to you.

"A-ah, sorry. I don't know if I should be telling you this since you're also his friend but," His pale eyes darted side-to-side, as if he was making sure that no one was listening. "Every omega he's been with, he calls all of them 'practice' for his fated mate. Everyone knows that having a fated mate is super, super rare but since he met you, well..."

He nervously tugged at the hem of his shirt but you immediately knew what he was saying.

"No." You awkwardly started laughing, shaking your head quickly. The house immediately felt even more stuffy and overbearing, a nauseating feeling overcoming you all of a sudden. Omegas being used as practice? Were you just another practice target if the relationship didn't work out?

"N-no, he doesn't seriously think that I'm his fated mate?"

Bertolt sharply inhaled through his teeth, eyes locked to the ground. "Reiner was always hopeful he'd find his second half and you've been the only omega he speaks so positively and constantly about. He mentioned the day you guys met, how your pheromones enticed him so much that he nearly kissed you and he wanted nothing more but to have you as his mate after that. Ugh, sorry. Even saying it out loud makes me feel gross."

You felt sick, numb. Were you even friends from the start or was all of his actions just some kind of courting method? You could barely hear yourself tell Bertolt that you had to go, fumbling a goodbye and an apology to him before pushing yourself into the crowd. The sea of people felt like it was getting more impossible to navigate the more you moved in it, a tight feeling building in your chest from being overwhelmed by every little smell and sound all around you.

Get out.

Get out.

GET OUT.

When you finally managed to push through and find the front door, your blood ran cold immediately. Like a deer frozen in front of oncoming headlights, you couldn't believe what you were staring at. Every part of your body screamed in complete anguish and devastation but you couldn't move. You had no right to, but you couldn't stop your tears from rapidly falling down your cheeks.

Reiner Braun, sitting down on the couch with some stranger on his lap, tracing his hands down their back, and pulling them closer to his body.

Reiner Braun, kissing down their neck, the peaks of his canines just barely scraping against their scent gland.

Reiner Braun, basically publicly grinding himself against this willing participant of his.

His eyes opened half-lidded and in some cruel form of fate, locked onto yours. Out of everyone in the room, he managed to find yours. He pulled away from the omega, a strand of drool still connecting between them. His hand still rested comfortably on the curve of their back, his mouth uttering only one name with wide eyes.

"Y/N...?"

All you could think as you finally snapped out of it — running out of the fraternity until your lungs felt like they were being ripped to shreds — was how bad you felt for that omega. How they were only going to be reduced into something so demeaning, a dummy-run to find his perfect mate. They didn't deserve that, being wide-eyed and hopeful that because he decided to choose them for his lustful pursuits, they're finally worthy of being a candidate of his.

You sobbed aloud as you washed and scrubbed your body red once you reached your dorm, trying to erase every scent and touch he made for the past couple of months. He was nothing more but absolute filth and you fell for it like a fool, a stupid brainless omega. You thought you were better than that but no, you were just like the rest of them. Even if you were his so-called fated mate, why did he continue to seek out others? Wouldn't he have tried to abstain? Sure, you shouldn't have expected that much out of him considering that you didn't even accept his confession but for some reason, it still hurt.

Fuck Reiner Braun. You should've never forgotten that in the first place.

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Now you were here, leaving the messy history of the second year behind and now moving onto your third. Always look to the future, as they say. You took a lot of preventatives in avoiding seeing Reiner, the plan nearly as extensive as your studying.

You blocked his number once he started to keep calling over and over again ever since the party, blocking the new ones that came every so often and changing your number once you couldn't take it anymore. There was no reason for you to hear his explanation, it's his business on who he decides to fuck and you shouldn't be mad about it anymore. Part of you was afraid that if you hear him explain himself, you'd run right back to him just like every other omega he had a finger wrapped around.

You stopped frequenting areas you used to hang around in, which was unfortunate since some of those places were your favorites. You moved dorms, avoided places he frequented, and made sure he wasn't in any of your classes. Your majors were luckily too different to be in the same buildings or rooms, and with the help of Bertolt, you were always one step ahead of him.

He was the one that approached you first in one of your classes together at the start of the new semester and taught you the ways in how to avoid meeting up with him. You didn't know why his best friend wanted to help you and once asked him, getting the answer that Reiner hasn't been himself recently and he was afraid that he might do something rash if he managed to find you.

"You have so much ahead of you, I’d hate to see Reiner make you throw it away."

Bertolt made sure that he wasn't seen with you whenever the two of you hung out, and when he was with him, he made sure to steer clear of your direction with a simple text. He had to bathe immediately after just in case your scent got on him, which should be nonexistent but he was afraid that if there was just the vaguest trace on him, Reiner would hound him about it. He basically became your bodyguard whenever it was possible for him to do so, and you didn't even ask. You've never felt so grateful meeting someone like him before.

He also brought up that Reiner's been playing more rougher than usual, and snapping at others even when they're on his side of the team exercises. Even the coach was too afraid to say anything about his behavior, relying on him and a few others that were friends with him to talk to him about it.

"It sounds like he's in a pre-rut." You mentioned, handing over the pickles from your sandwich over to him. He took them with an open palm and threw them into his mouth like chips.

"I hope not, his scent smells the same so far but he rarely gets into ruts for me to really know what he smells like. Plus, he never knows how to handle them well."

"Reiner doesn't choose any of the omegas he messes around with for his ruts?" Bertolt shook his head, swallowing.

"Not at all. It's weird, he may mess around with them during their heats but he never, ever lets them in when he's going through a rut. Think it has something to do with the fated mate mentality he has, but sometimes we don't even know he was ever in one until they're over, he basically disappears for a week or so."

It’s funny in a weird way. The two of you were hiding each other from behind Reiner’s back as if the two of you were dating. Even though the two of you became close, your relationship with him was nothing romantic. Some kind of bro-code would've been broken between Reiner and Bertolt if you started dating him, and you'd be eating your own words from what you've said to Reiner. Then again, you never wanted to date him and tolerated his looming, clingy presence on most days.

Bertolt told you that he liked someone but was too afraid to make any move. She was another alpha and one of his friends, so the pairing itself had its controversies. He kept saying that his confession might ruin what they had for years and he was satisfied being in her shadow. It was sad to hear him put himself in second place for her happiness. So you tried doing a little nudge for him to go for it — 'the worst she can say is no' kind of talk — because it was better for him to say something than nothing at all and still quietly pine for her. Bertolt got too excited and rushed in with the confession after one of his practices without your knowledge, a messy bouquet of roses tightly gripped in his hand.

There was a few word texts that he sent to you after the whole ordeal:

Didn't get accepted.

Heartbroken.

Bar.

You found him standing in front of your dormitory building waiting for you, awkward looks of both omegas and betas glancing at him. As you approached him, he took a few steps towards you and almost collapsed in your arms as you held them outstretched. His tears and snot quickly dampened your jacket, his body wracking out heaves of anguish. There wasn't an alpha in the world that you've seen so vulnerable before, his fists gripping your clothes tightly as he shook in sadness.

He started telling you what had happened once he somewhat composed himself, his voice weak and crackly as the two of you walked to his chosen bar. Unfortunately, she turned him down and told him that she was actually interested in some beta from Paradis Tech named Armin. You could only imagine the bouquet dropping to the floor in dramatic fashion, tears welling up in poor Bertolt's eyes. She apologized and somewhat comforted him by saying that his confession won't change anything between their friendship. That was good, at least on her side.

You started consoling him, rubbing his back in circles as he drunkenly wept on the polished wood after downing one too many tequila shots. The speed in which he drank each one was shocking to say the least, you don't think his glass touched the table since he picked it up.

"We've known each 'ther shince we were kitss." He hiccupped, head resting in-between his arms as he tearfully stared in the distance and dangled the shot cup in his fingers.

"If I shaid sumnthin 'ears ago, would she hab 'ccepted me — or or or — shill reject me because of awer shub-genda?" You pitifully stared at his crumpled form, not knowing what to really say to make him feel better about the situation. The bartender then took his glass from Bertolt and told you to take the poor guy home, shaking his head slowly as he quietly whined about getting cut off.

"C'mon big guy, let's get you back."

The walk was quiet besides the occasional sniffle and you could tell he was trying not to fall on top of you, his feet slowly dragging on the concrete. As the designated sober friend, you were carefully observing him, a hand firmly holding the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He stopped suddenly, the sounds of his sneakers squeaking.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

You turned your attention towards him, tilting your head to the side.

"If I wazzn'tin love wif Annie, I'd be sooooo in love 'ith—"

Bertolt then jolted to the side of an alleyway before he could finish what he was saying and started throwing up. It prompted you to quickly go by his side and hold him up, patting hard on his back to get it all out. You knew what he was going to say and you hated it. He's drunk and sad, nothing that came out of him was going to be honest.

"Don't say that Bertolt." You mumbled, lifting him back up once he finished and slinging his arm over your shoulders.

"I'm not going to be a replacement for you."

He reached over with his other hand, skin cold around the nape of your neck as he pulled your face towards his. You could smell the alcohol lingering in his breath, face cringing when you saw a bit of spittle still hanging off of his lips. He started saying something even more incoherent, his eyes beginning to close in hints of slumber.

"No, no, no. I... I swer'lve ewtoo."

You laughed softly as you shook your head in amusement, pulling him forwards. He really won't remember this at all. Bertolt finally fell silent, the occasional drunken groans slipping through if you tugged him too roughly.

Maybe in another world, if you had met Bertolt before Reiner...

You made the decision to take him to your dorm. The dormitory building was way closer than the frat house he lived in, and you'd rather not lug around his heavy body another ten blocks to get there. Never in your life you had thought you'd be sneaking in a giant of an alpha into the shared beta-omega dorms, but you wouldn't be the first to do so. It's a good thing his scent was currently dulled with alcohol or you'd be in more trouble trying to hide him. Quickly unlocking your door and taking him over to your loveseat, you watched as his body slowly relaxed into the cushions.

He was simply way too tall for the seating, his legs dangled off of the side of the couch as you adjusted him to a positioning that would prevent any risk of asphyxiation if he started throwing up again. You highly doubted that he had anything left in him, but it was good to be on the safe side. You lightly pinched his cheek, getting a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

You checked on him once more before going to bed, a light snore coming out of him. Seems like he's all tuckered out and okay for now, the hangover is definitely not going to be pretty in the morning. You settled yourself into your sheets and turned the lights off, soon falling asleep.

The sound of your alarm on your phone blared in your ears, arms trying to pull out from underneath the blanket to turn it off but you didn't move an inch. Groggily opening your eyes, you saw an arm wrapped around your body, your mind not registering what was going on until you heard the soft sounds of breathing on top of your head. You turned your head slowly to the couch, the connection finally being put together when you saw his body wasn't lying there.

He started to rouse from his sleep when the alarm kept sounding off, an annoyed hiss slipping through his lip as his head lifted up from yours, reaching over himself to shut it off.

"Good morning big guy." You whispered as he settled back next to you, lightly squeezing you closer to him as if you were his pillow.

Bertolt grumbled quietly. "What time is it?"

"According to my alarm, maybe 8:05 in the morning." You tried to get up to get him water and something for his headache, but he didn't budge an inch. The two of you laid with each other, basking in the morning warmth quietly.

"Sorry for getting in bed with you, I tried finding a blanket but didn't want to wake you up."

"It's fine," You hummed quietly, turning your body towards him. "You okay though?"

He opened his mouth but closed it, falling silent as he slowly began to think. He turned on his back, staring at the white ceiling.

"Not really. Everything still hurts and I'm tempted to cry even more but... I don't know. Some part of me feels... relieved? If I never told her, I'd still be stuck in a loop worrying whether I'd ruin something between us and keep having this twist in my stomach whenever I see her with someone else. I'm glad that she found someone that she's happy with but..."

Bertolt put his forearm over his eyes, letting out a soft laugh.

"But why do I still want her?" His voice cracked, a tremble following the end of his words and once more, you wrapped your arms around his torso. You could smell his sadness, a heavy and misty petrichor filling the room in waves.

"Sometimes there's things that we desperately want to have but can't have. Irrational as it is, it's in our nature." You mumbled, your hands balling up in his sweatshirt.

"Like you with Reiner?" Your blood ran cold as he said that but you merely pushed your face into his body.

"I don't know."

In the end, Reiner managed to find you and ask you to his game. You texted Bertolt, asking how was he able to get your location after being almost MIA for months. Apparently when you and him finally snuck him out of the dormitory, it completely slipped his mind that he had to wash off like usual. When he entered the frat house, Reiner greeted him but stopped midway, quickly approaching him and grabbing his shirt collar roughly.

He demanded me to tell him where you were. I'm so sorry Y/N, I couldn't stop him and our team needs the both of us playing.

You stared at the text, almost throwing your phone in frustration. You should've said no, had firmly stood behind your decision. Yet, the second his pheromones reached your nostrils, you couldn't stop yourself from agreeing, even if you were trying to look angry at him. You've noticed it had gotten stronger than before, was it because you haven't seen him in a while? You couldn't even be mad at Bertolt, you'd be terrified out of your mind too if an alpha was demanding an answer from you like that.

It's only for a few hours, you thought as you took in a slow breath. After that, he'll finally leave you alone.

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Reiner picked you up earlier than usual. It was about 5:10 when you heard a knock at your door, causing you put down the lip gloss before you even could apply it. Shuffling over and peeking through the peephole, you saw him standing there in a suit and tie. He cleaned himself up, the stubble he once had when he found you was completely shaven away and his blond hair was slight slicked back with gel.

"You're early." You muttered as you opened the door, keeping it barely ajar. He's not even supposed to step foot in the dorm, nervousness crawling up your spine. His pheromones hit you like a train, practically everyone that was walking down the dorm hallway could smell him, heads turning in your room's direction.

"I wanted to see you." He grinned, pushing the door open even more — nearly knocking you over — and handing you a bouquet of morning glories, camellias, and forget-me-nots. As you were staring at the mostly red flowers, almost a complete eyesore with the addition of the light blue petals that peered out from within, he waltzed in your safe haven without your permission.

"Hey! Reiner, you can't just—!"

You groaned as you exasperatedly followed after him, placing the bouquet down on your desk. His form was absolutely massive compared to the entire room, his head constantly turning towards the different decor that you hung up on the walls.

"I've never seen your dorm on the inside before, it's cute. It's... you." He softly mumbled, your face turning warm. You grabbed his sleeve, trying to tug him out of your space so you can get ready, but he stopped in the middle of the room, his attention honed in towards the messed sheets of your bed.

"Reiner," You started, your eyes following to where he was looking at. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest when you smelled a burning anger occupy the space — a smoldering, cindering scent — nearly making you cover your nose from how horrible it was. You gulped, hand slipping out and down to your side in a fist. "Reiner, w-we... we didn't do anything."

He just stood there silently, still focused on your bed. He has every right to be angry, you were literally snuggling with his best friend this morning, but you didn't belong to him. Scummy as it was, you made your bed and laid on it, there was nothing he could change about it.

"I-I'm just going to get ready." You whispered, turning around to go back into the bathroom. Big mistake.

Large hands grabbed your wrist, dragging you around in a speed that you couldn't comprehend. You almost screamed as he threw you on the bed, Reiner following after you and trapping you beneath him, his leg in-between yours. Fear was pouring out of you in waves but he couldn't smell it, no one could.

It took him little time and effort for him to press his lips against yours, your eyes wide as you soon realized what he was doing. You tried moving your mouth away, a scared and little no slipping out but he caught you again, his hand gripping your chin and forcing your head to stay in place. You tried pulling at his suit, squirming and kicking your legs, anything to get this monster off of you, but he didn't budge, seemingly finding enjoyment in your weak attempts as he pressed himself deeper against your lips.

His knee nudged at your cunt, a muffled, surprised gasp coming out of you, letting him enter your mouth even more. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his tongue run against yours, the wet muscle violating wherever he went in a meticulous fashion. You could barely breathe, the smell of him and the aftershave he had on was so intense that you could feel the tug of your omega side slipping through the cracks of your mind; not even your medication was able to stop you from feeling this way.

Reiner finally pulled away, a mix of each other's saliva connecting the two of you. Strands of his gelled back hair fell over his forehead, your once-brushed out hair tousled into a mess. Both of your breaths were uneven and heavy, his eyes low and dazed as he stared down at you. Tears were running down your face, ruining what you've already put on, your eyebrows scrunched together in absolute horror as you shared the same stare with him. He sniffed the air once, again and again as he neared your neck.

"Stop, stop, stop." You cried out as you pushed against his stubborn head, fearing that he would bite down on your scent gland.

He didn't make any move, only sniffing at you like a curious dog. He then pressed his lips against it, causing you to abruptly stiffen in horrid expectation.

There was no pain as he pulled away from you, your hand immediately shooting to your neck to feel for any welts or marks. Nothing. A simple kiss was all he did on it, and you couldn't help but feel appreciative that he didn't mark you.

"Don't you dare see Bertolt ever again, you understand?" He hissed into your ear, the threat echoing hollowly in your head. No way in hell were you going to listen to him, but the omega in you nodded slowly, his heavy body finally lifting off of you. You tried to ignore the imprint straining against his lower half, your eyes staring up at him in complete shock.

"Go get yourself ready."

Shakily getting up on your feet, you beelined towards the bathroom without a single word, nearly collapsing on the floor once you turned the lock. As you looked at your face in the mirror, dripping dark drops of mascara and eyeliner stained the apples of your cheeks. The lipstick that was once there, was now rubbed away, leaving nothing but your bare lips. Your hand trembled as you reached over for a makeup wipe, a quiver of a sigh coming out of you.

You wanted to throw up, get every bit of spit and slobber of his out of your system, but you couldn’t. He’d hear you.

Reiner brought one of his jersey's for you to wear once you came out of the bathroom with fresh casual makeup back on, and you could tell that the article was completely drenched in his scent. You sniffed at it gingerly as you held it in your hands, cringing away from the sweet vanilla smell.

"What? It's clean, I promise."

"Liar." You mumbled under your breath but pulled it over the shirt you wore, the fabric loose against your body. He took a quick minute to admire you in his clothing, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking the skin with his thumb. You could still see the red stain of your lipstick smeared on his lips, trying to fight back tears and a sneer.

"You look so fuckable right now," You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched the tip of his tongue licked across his bottom lip, the darks of his pupils reflecting an unhinged licentiousness that horrified you within every atom in your body. "Maybe tonight, when I win, I'll be getting another trophy."

"Don't forget our deal asshole," You finally spat out, ripping his hand off of your face in disgust. "I'm only going to your stupid game because of the promise you made this morning."

Reiner simply stared down at you, your nerves scrambling even worse than before. He finally scoffed, crossing his arms. "Right. Our deal."

You hated the fact that he basically was acting like he didn't just forcefully kiss you, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. "Can we go now?"

He checked his phone, huffing slightly. "Yeah. Don't worry, we're not that far to the stadium. Just a few traffic lights and we'll be there."

You felt all the color drain from your face. You thought it was close by in walking terms but now you had to be in a small space where it now completely smells like him? Might as well hold your breath the entire ride.

The short drive was quiet, some random old rock station was lowly playing on the radio, but the two of you didn't speak to each other. What would even be exchanged anymore? You didn't want to be associated with him so long as you walked on this planet. Reiner's fingers thrummed on the wheel, red spilling into the car and staining every surface within. He turned towards you as if he wanted to say something and you stared back, a chill running down your spine. No words were said, but you felt every little thing from his smell.

Ravenous, a voracious appetite for the predator in disguise. Right in front of him, a five-course meal just ripe for the picking. All he's doing now was waiting for you to back into an inescapable cliff, the perfect moment to finally strike.

"...You have to go." You whispered and he finally broke eye contact, staring at the traffic light above and accelerating.

"Yeah, right."

The silence once presumed until the two of you approached the stadium, him mentioning that he got you a seat near the rink so you could see the action up close. To be honest, you could care less about the game and who would win overall. Reiner handed you the ticket between his index and middle finger, but when you reached over to grab it, he took it back.

"Need a good luck kiss from you first. If this is the last time I'll get to see you, I want to make it last."

You didn't want to rile him up before he played or make him force his hand upon you in the car, so you planted a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing the ticket from his hand simultaneously. "Okay. Done. Good luck or whatever."

You scrambled out of his car, making your way to the inside as soon as possible. The arena was louder than you thought once you stepped foot, the joyous chatter and screams echoing throughout the hallways. LED screens hanging from the ceiling flashed the words Marley Warriors vs Paradis Titans, showing the line-ups of each team member.

Reiner came first in the centers, his pose prideful and boasting with stats to match. The other three names that you noticed were Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, and Eren Kruger. You eventually saw Bertolt come up as one of the right wingers but no sign of his usual reserved side showed in his photo, he looked focused and tough more than anything else. One of the goalies was an older looking individual by the name of Zeke Jaeger, confident but not too boasting. Clips of their past games showed afterwards, showing their amazing teamwork and impressive previous goals, then moving on to the other team.

The main centers for the Paradis Titans were composed of four men; Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirschtein, Levi Ackerman, and Miche Zacharius. Was the Eren guy related to the other Jaeger on your university's team? They definitely didn't look alike in your opinion but it could simply be because of a crazy Punnett square. Some wingers and defensemen that you sorta paid attention to were Armin Arlelt, Hange Zoë, Floch Forster, and Connie Springer. The goalie on their team was a massive blond man named Erwin Smith, his photo exuding a powerful stance, maybe even more than your uni's goalie. You felt like Reiner's team might have some trouble facing them, their defense and attack seems pretty threatening.

You finally took a glance at your ticket, walking around trying to find the stairway for your seating. The smells of popcorn, melted cheese, and hotdogs filled your nose, but you didn't feel hungry at all, still sick to your stomach from what had happened earlier. Eventually you finally found where you were supposed to go, and if you thought it was loud in the other shell of the arena, finally stepping in the seating area and the rink was absolutely ear-breaking.

Sirens, music, screaming, loud announcers. Almost every unbearable sound was contained in the structure, you should've bought earplugs prior to this. Not to mention, every scent of maybe hundred alphas and omegas intertwined made you feel even more overwhelmed, a headache beginning to form.

It's only for a few hours, a few hours and you'll never see this place or him ever again.

Your seat was nearby Reiner's team, nearly in-between the other team as well, the other teammates chattering with each other. You've sorta recognized them, occasionally seen around campus and such. Heads and eyes of strangers from school nearby were somewhat turning towards you, even the team started to notice you walking up behind them. Your face burned up at the realization once you sat down. Shit. You had completely forgotten that you were wearing Reiner's heavily scented jersey, you might as well be showing off the mating mark that he could've made a few hours ago.

"Yo Braun's omega is here!" One of the team members called out and you almost hid your head in your hands in embarrassment. Oh God, don't say that.

"Y/N, you made it?" The most recognizable voice cleared your thoughts immediately, head perking back up with a wide smile.

"Bertolt!" You wanted to hug him but he recoiled back as if you were a stranger, his nose scrunching. Your face fell immediately, his gaze sinking down in shame when he noticed your crestfallen expression.

"Sorry, it's not you. It's... y'know. That." He nudged the bottom of the jersey with the end of his stick, a frown forming on your face.

"I know. He made me wear it." You frustratingly tugged at the fabric with one hand and he chuckled, ruffling the top of your head. You'd burn it on the spot if you could.

"I didn't make you wear anything babe, you've always liked wearing my clothes." The sound of his voice made you freeze in place, eyes wide as your head turned in the direction of where he was walking in. Bertolt followed suit, his hand retracting away from you as if you were suddenly a hot stove.

"I don't think I could follow up your end of our deal if you're not respecting my demands, omega." No. That was never part of the agreement. You just gave the okay so he'd get off your back about it. He genuinely couldn't be serious about not seeing Bertolt anymore, right?

"Don't be an asshole Reiner. She's not just an omega."

The blond scowled at his friend, shoving his helmet roughly against his chest. He pushed it off of him, staring the other down in a sneer. You've never seen Bertolt like this before, the usual rain smell he had was turning stormy and bitterly furious.

"Oh, I'm the asshole? I wasn't the one hiding my fucking mate from me for months and sleeping in her bed. Not to mention, what happened to Annie or did you get tired of another alpha that's better than you?" You internally winced for him, that was such a low blow. Bertolt looked stunned for a second, glancing over at you for a quick second, but he pushed his shoulder back roughly in return.

"Don't bring Annie into this Reiner, this is about my friend. Did you really think she'd let you — of all people in this school — mark her when you act like a conceited asshole? She's not your fated mate. You've proven that over and over again that she's going to be like the rest, you knotheaded fuck."

You gasped at the sudden insult, a vein nearly popping out of Reiner's forehead but he didn't say anything more, pushing past Bertolt and shouldering him roughly with a scowl. You didn't mean for them to start an argument with one another, the game hadn't even started and tensions were already high. The Paradis Titans team weren't hiding their amused stares, the Eren Jaeger guy whispering to the short haired, bowl-cut blond next to him; Armin, you think. The murmurs of strangers behind you made you feel sick, hearing the word knottease being tossed around, the horrid word directed towards you.

You started to apologize profusely once Bertolt turned towards you, but he simply held out a hand, patting your shoulder as you stopped.

"Don't be. Someone needed to say it to him, maybe this fight would finally clear his head."

"But the game Bertolt, I—" You started but he interrupted you once more.

"I don't give a shit about the game if you're the one being hurt. You matter more than hitting a puck around, okay?" If you weren't wearing Reiner's jersey, you'd hug him right now. He smiled and put his helmet on, leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear.

"By the way, don't listen to the jerks behind you. You're nothing like that, you're going to be something great." He backed away once the horn started, walking over to the entrance to the ice rink to join his team. Good luck, you wanted to say because if anything, he'll need it when he gets into the arena with a monster in tow.

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If you thought Reiner was bad in practice, his violent playstyle was nothing compared to when he's in an actual game. How on Earth this sport was approved to play for anyone, you had no idea. All you could hear was men yelling at each other and slamming each other to snatch the slippery little puck, fans behind you hollering just as loudly.

Both Reiner and Bertolt had seemed to forgive each other on the court, winning being the only thing on their minds. Just like in practice, they didn't have to say anything to get the point across, making passes and attempted shots whenever they had the slightest of openings. The two Galliards seemed to be more communicative with one another, defending the goalie whenever they could with short barks of commands. They were good but Eren Jaeger seemed to be the rookie ace of the Titans, managing to push through and score in the most impossible scenarios.

You could tell he was aggravating them, putting them in a corner while constantly taunting them with a one-liner or a smug smile as he scored. An angry alpha was something not to mess with and putting a whole group of them against other alphas who were mocking them for their failures? It's obviously an immediate recipe for disaster.

Intermission came around, the score against the Warriors by two. As the teams were talking to one another to plan out their next attack, you watched the Zambonis slowly smooth out the ice again. You paid no attention to them and their chatter, you wouldn't have made sense of it anyways.

"Hey," You looked around for the source of the voice and finally down, seeing bright turquoise-blue and a mess of brown hair standing below you. He smelled sharply fresh, like the first bite to a mint leaf and drinking cold water afterwards. It wasn't necessarily bad like most in the arena, just made your nose crinkle a little from the suddenness of it. "Eren Jaeger."

"Oh- um... Y/N. Aren't you supposed to be talking to your team?"

He waved his hand dismissively towards your statement, crossing his arms with a smile. "Nah, there's nothing else that's new with the planning. You, however, are the talk of the arena."

Your cheeks flushed warm, the temptation of burying yourself alive later on growing more and more, but you grimaced instead. "So what? You wanted to see if I'm what they say I am?"

Eren shook his head, taking a few steps closer towards you. "I'm not talking about the knottease comments, I'm talking about the Reiner Braun's mate comments. Is it true?"

"No! Of course not!" You exclaimed in shock, but the subtle-not-so-subtle glance downwards towards your attire seemed to make him doubt you otherwise. You tried defending yourself about it without revealing much about the twisted relationship you actually have with Reiner.

"This is just because he thinks he's claimed me and we've made a deal. I have no other choice."

"Is it now? Well then," He pointed towards himself with a thumb, his grin growing even wider. "When I win, wanna go on a date with me after this?"

How many alphas were gunning for you right now?! You knew that you took your suppressants today after Bertolt left your dorm so how come this was happening to you? The absolute balls on this man, especially since he was thinking that his team had already won. You wearily shook your head, you've had your fill of pestering alphas for the rest of your schooling life.

He looked dejected for a second but perked up immediately, the buzzer of the timer echoing throughout the arena. You thought that was that and began to turn your attention towards your college's team, but then he called out a 'head's up', tossing something in your direction. You caught it in surprise, looking in the palm of your hands and finding a keyhole shaped earring.

"Keep it! For the next time we meet!" Eren waved you goodbye and jogged over to his side of the team, high-fiving and chattering with his friends before putting a helmet on. You let a small smile slip out, he may be a little cute but there was definitely no way you were ever going to see him ever again. You safely tucked it into your pocket, finally looking towards the Warriors.

He was watching you. Of course. There was a livid look in his eyes, his brows scrunched even more in irascibility and his teeth were bared, perhaps even grinding together in this current moment. You paled at the thought of them sinking into your neck like some kind of rabid animal. Reiner was barely human anymore, you realize. Any loving gaze that he had before for you was nothing more but a dangerous hunger.

All you could hope was for the Warriors to win so he would be in a decent mood to finalize the goodbyes, and you'd pray for the Titans for the brutality that they're about to endure because of his horrid attachment to you.

The players slid into the ice once more, the deafening cheers of everyone growing louder and louder as the second half of the game was beginning to start. The referee smoothly made his way between the two masses of men, Reiner staring down coldly into the clear mask of Eren. Like a coin flip, the puck was thrown highly into the midst of them, their eyes following it as it made its way down to the icy ground.

Click.

In a snap of a finger, the sound of sticks bashed together once the puck bounced off of the surface. Like a choreographed dance, the rivals whirled with one another, swinging and twisting their bodies around in order to get ahold of the very thing that might as well be the trophy itself. The intensity of the game was now at an all time high that even you started to pay more attention to it, the hairs on your arms raising in anticipation.

The puck swung back and forth like a pinball, but the Warriors managing to catch up to a tie. It was starting to become a standstill again however, taunting chants coming out from the people in the stands, jeering at the anyone that opposed their team. Players were being switched out on both teams during timeouts but few remained on the ice, a tense aura between the three.

Reiner, Bertolt, Eren.

Bertolt took a few glances at his friend, tapping the end of his stick with his and seemingly started to exchange words with him from what you could see. Who knows what it was about; the game, the enemy team, you. He only lifted his fist up, letting the other return it in a similar gesture and that seemed to calm the black-haired male's nerves.

Reiner's eyes were lasered in on Eren for the most part, gripping the handle of his stick tightly and swiping it around on the ice as if he was practicing a shot. He was truly unrecognizable, a shell of the man that once followed you around like the world's most clingiest puppy dog. You knew he wanted to show-off, his pride was at risk to a girl that he believed he owned for months. Disgusting and typical.

Eren seemed the most lax out of all of them, leaning against the plastic border as fans behind him fawned over him. He seemed not to care about Reiner's burning glares at him, waving across the rink to seemingly you. He seemed nice, but it was obvious that he had more intentions than just wanting to befriend you.

The whistle sounded and the game began once more, the men skating themselves back to the middle. You checked how much time was left on the clock, ten minutes. Ten more excruciating minutes and you were going to be finally free.

" 'Round it now!" You could hear Reiner call out to Grice as he suddenly slammed his complete weight into enemy Jaeger, their eyes meeting as the others chased after the puck. They went after it as well once he recovered from the blow, but it looked like they started talking and you managed to spot a furious glint glazing over his hazel eyes.

He suddenly threw his stick out onto the rink, ripping off his gloves and grabbing Jaeger's shirt by the collar in frightening speed. Reiner was undeniably experienced with his punches, uppercutting him from below the mask. It toppled off of his head, falling to the ground with a crack, and Eren was stunned for a second, just for a single second. He was unable to completely process what had happened before the bigger male tackled him to the cold ground, the deafening sounds of heavy bodies slamming into the ice made the arena stand still.

The referee was too afraid to intervene but blew the whistle immediately, and hundreds of people watched the Reiner Braun brutally dig his knuckles into his face. Fresh crimson spilt down on the ice in splatters and you were forced to witness him weakly trying to stop him, protecting his face as much as possible to no avail. Bertolt immediately tried pulling him off of him, shouting at him that he needed to stop but it was like he was in a trance, almost attacking him in the process.

He finally was pulled off of Eren by the goalie of Warriors — furiously throwing his own punch into his face — and the poor boy having to be quickly removed from the rink on a stretcher. Reiner was pinned to the ground by multiple individuals and given a tranquilizer, his body soon relaxing and slumping over. They put him on a stretcher as well, his hands and legs bounded together and his mouth wrapped with a cloth rag. He was still slightly conscious, his calm and woozy stare meeting your horrified one.

The game had to continue without them but you had already left, not knowing the result. You felt too nauseous from smelling the sheer fear and panic that was coming of Eren, pungent and potent as it filled the air. But Reiner's...

All you could smell was that sickening warmth, a burning sensation in your nares. The same scent from your dorm but that's not at all what made you leave immediately. The sick fuck was happy he was beating into the defenseless guy, exhilarated that his blood was running down his skin and staining the floor, joyful. The nose doesn't lie and you wonder if everyone else caught it too.

Bertolt texted you when he visited Reiner in the hospital, but you didn't respond, busy trying to scrub the remnants of him out of your dorm while tears ran down your cheeks.

He did it for you.

[0asisbliss]

He treats you like a delicate flower. As fragile as porcelain glass. Tries his best to keep you safe, and no matter what he will keep you safe. Even if it means he has to kill hurt people. He will always be there to protect you from the evils of the wicked world you two live in.

Gojo, Choso, NANAMI, Geto, (JJK) Ranpo, Chuuya, (BSD) Reiner, Levi, (AOT) AIZAWA, Shigiraki, (MHA) Kurapika, Chrollo, Uvogin, ILLUMI, (HXH)

[apollodarling-writes]

INFECTED.

yandere! love infection au! levi x immune! doctor!reader x yandere! love infection au! reiner

commissioned by : anonymous

word count : 4961

cws : DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, yandere themes (duhh), delusional behavior, murder mentions, smut, cannibalism threats, levi can glitch through doors, abuse towards levi, edging mentions, aphrodisiac saliva implications, somnophilia, dubcon, whipping, pegging, needles mention, sub! masochist! levi x dom! sadist! reader,

author note : i went way over the word count, but i hope you like it!! sorry this took so long to get out to you !!

it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

when levi purchased the love potion from that man in that dingy, cigarette-smoke filled alleyway, he had no idea that it would have such drastic consequences. looking back, the man’s smile had been too wide to have been in good faith, and it was possible that it had been political in nature as well. if not political, then maybe a shipment gone wrong or it had been smuggled in from marley, but an outbreak was not on his list of possible outcomes. he just wanted to be loved, not cause a fucking pandemic.

the sun hung low in the sky, the horizon painted in shades of pinks and reds— a testament to his love for you. somehow, levi had convinced you to have tea with him and reluctantly agreed to leave you alone afterward since it had been the only way to implement his plan.

levi’s mind was clouded with anxiety and doubt over the potion working; he’d bought it off of a shady man, and you had a fiancé at the end of the day. levi had high hopes that the potion would cause you to forget all about that beastly man and help you realize that you two were meant to be instead — that no one could love you as much as he does. even if levi was doomed to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, he was still confident that he was the only man who could truly appreciate you.

in the event that you didn’t forsake your fiancé, levi had made arrangements to kill reiner before having tea with you. after many weeks of watching, gathering information, and memorizing reiner’s schedule, he’d finally found the perfect opportunity to put an end to him once and for all. it’s a shame levi didn’t take the chance when he was still considered a traitor.

levi mindlessly placed two teacups from his most expensive set on the table, filling both with tea he’d prepared, then emptied the entirety of the potion into the cup he’d set out for you. the man from the underground had never told him how much to use or had even given him any instructions, and thus levi silently hoped it was enough. in hindsight, he really should’ve asked that.

once levi was satisfied with the arrangement and had finished making sure the difference between the two was unnoticeable, levi wheeled himself through the bustling city, the thought of his beloved finally returning his feelings causing a soft grin to tug at his lips — which had not gone unnoticed by the townsfolk.

upon arriving at the hilltop, levi positioned himself behind a tree with a sigh, watching as reiner left the survey corps establishment, and took a shuddering breath… missing his first shot due to his lack of depth perception. silently cursing himself and his circumstances, levi aims once more with a growing frustration, only to discover that his rifle is out of bullets. he had only prepared one, his excitement making him forget to account for his lack of sight in one eye.

levi glances at his watch, grumbling to himself about his failure to assassinate reiner, and decides to finish the job later. levi hurries back to ensure he was on time for his meeting with you, taking the time to inquire about reiner’s wellbeing as he passes through, promising to find the person who’d attempted to shoot him — a lie of course, but that was inconsequential information.

while levi was heading back to the agreed upon rendezvous place, his home, you had already arrived, blissfully unaware of the ongoings within the city. you wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, not eager in the slightest to interact with the man who’d made your life hell for the last four years. your nose scrunched up in disgust as you lifted the teacup, smelling the sweet liquid in front of you. didn’t levi know you hated sweet things? he should have.

“for a man that claims to know everything about me, he sure as hell gave me some shitty tea.,” you muttered to yourself, switching the teacups after doing a sniff test on levi’s. you decided to tell him about the switch later, a sinking feeling forming in your stomach as you gaze at levi’s new cup.

when the man returned, his heart nearly stopped at seeing you already sipping on the tea. you looked beautiful. he wheeled himself to the table, greeting you with an imperceptible smile. “[name]…it’s good to—“

“cut the shit and get to the damn point, ackerman.” you scowl, placing your cup on the plate he’d provided and lacing your fingers in your lap.

levi sighs at your tone, begrudgingly beginning the conversation as he fidgets beneath the table. “after all of my efforts… after all these years, why don’t you feel the same? why can’t you just be mine?”

the man slowly lifts his gaze, regarding you carefully to see if the potion has taken effect yet. he watches as your lip twitches in disgust and contempt, his heart sinking as he realizes it had yet to work.

“you’re joking right?” you scoff, “you’re an underdeveloped man-child who can’t take a rejection and manage your jealousy — resorting to killing my loved ones and abusing your power as a captain.”

levi’s lips parted in silent shock as your words hit him right in the chest. he opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly cut him off, continuing your long-winded rant about how much you hate him.

“you’re entitled and demanding, which is hilarious because you’d think someone with that attitude would at least be the average height for a man — or have the dick size to make up for the lack of it. you have neither.”

levi’s bottom lip quivers as you bully him, his eyes burning as he casts his gaze to his lap and clutches his pants. of all the people this could have come from, it had to have been you. the one person with the ability to wound levi in such a way.

“not only that, but i enjoy having sex with submissive and humble men.” you continue listing off reasons, one of which includes that you hated the fact that he’d barked orders at you.

every word you speak pierces his heart, sniffling and quietly sobbing as he hears you say such cruel things — at the realization that the love potion isn’t working. levi opts to sip his tea, not saying anything and praying it’d work if you just got it all out.

“honestly, you’re so fucking pathetic. i don't understand how anyone would ever want to be with you.” you scoff, downing the final dregs of tea before adding : “and how could you claim to know me as well as you do when you cant even remember simple things i tell you? i told you i hate sugar and you gave me tea that fucking reeked of it. i couldn’t have drank any tea at all if i hadn't switched our cups!”

you slam the empty teacup down and storm out of his house, slamming the door so hard that his china case rattles. levi freezes, his eyes widening in horror as the realization that he was the one to ingest the potion dawns on him. he scrambles to wheel himself to the restroom so he can purge the potion from his system before it takes effect, however, his body had different plans.

due to his short stature and his lack of proper nutrition recently, the potion had worked in a much shorter amount of time. his fingers grip the tablecloth, his body leaning forward as shivers wrack his small frame. levi’s body grows numb, his grip slackening as he falls face first into the table — the teacups shattering and the shards from the broken glass slicing open his skin. levi recognizes that he should be in pain, but there was nothing. he stills for a moment, watching his blood pool beside him on the table with a morbid fascination — the color a softer, glossier shade of crimson than it should have been.

levi’s stomach felt painfully empty, something that seemed unusual for even him, but despite that, all he could think about was you. you were all that mattered. who cares about being hungry, hurt, or feverish if he can’t have you? he’d rather die than be separated from you.

falco and gabi, who levi had opened his home to after the war, had heard the ruckus. worried that levi had gotten himself hurt, the pair rush downstairs, their eyes widening as levi convulses on the floor, noting that his saliva had become pink. had he taken something? was he attempting to end his life?

falco forces his fingers down levi’s throat, attempting to get him to throw up whatever it is he took, but only after does he realize that levi hadn’t taken anything unusual. gabi and falco exchange a wary glance, wrapping their arms around him as they struggle to haul him up the steps to his bedroom. as the two get him settled in bed, falco pulls the sheets up around levi, observing the perspiration that had begun to dampen his hair. he motions for gabi to monitor levi, regarding the cuts on the older man’s face for a moment before rushing downstairs to grab the first aid kit, a bowl of cool water, and a cloth.

when falco returns, he tenderly cleans and dresses levi’s wounds, his lips pressed into a thin line and gabi’s eyes wide as she struggles to understand what was happening to their caretaker. the two discuss the best course of action in hushed whispers as falco places the cold compress on levi’s forehead to help his fever, deciding to monitor him in shifts.

days go by before levi’s symptoms get worse. falco and gabi were already struggling to keep up with levi’s increased appetite and fever — the crazed mumbling regarding you something they had fearfully taken a mental note of as well. the numbness in levi’s body had gone away, but the oddly colored saliva hadn’t.

it was later in the week, when levi had woken from a nap, that the children realized that levi’s eyes were no longer the dull shade of blue they’d always known him to have and were instead a vibrant pink. levi’s eyes were wide and frenzied, his tear ducts secreting the same pink substance that he had been salivating.

as the young boy removes the cool compress, levi’s hand darts out, latching onto falco’s wrist with surprising strength. falco whimpers in pain, sucking in air through clenched teeth as levi’s nails break through his skin, crimson marring the pads of the man’s fingertips. falco notices the way levi’s skin seems to be warmer than before — as if he were burning from the inside out.

falco struggles to remove levi’s grasp, and gabi quickly steps in to aid in falco’s rescue. the two struggle against levi, gaining multiple injuries from his sudden aggression. gabi, with a heavy heart, opts to strike levi with the lamp to save both of their skin. the older man’s eyes flutter shut, slumping against the bed with a thump!

gabi and falco pant, and with wide eyes, they watch as levi’s newest wounds heal. gabi immediately rushes towards her cousin, reiner’s, home and urges him to get his fiance — that levi was acting strangely and he needed help. rushing downstairs at the commotion, you take in the situation, recognizing that it was your duty as a doctor to treat levi. with a heavy sigh, you insist on reiner coming with you, not wanting to deal with a sick levi alone. you make haste as you grab your medical bag, throwing your coat on as you leave your home with the both of them in tow.

when you arrive, levi is awake, his gaze immediately shifting to you — recognizing the dainty perfume that you wear.

“you’ve returned…” levi grins at you, seemingly delirious. “have you reconsidered, my love?”

you scoff at his question, your lips curling into a sneer. levi’s gaze sharpens in response, gritting his teeth as his stomach grumbles.

“i can’t have you as mine, i’ll eat you instead. you’ll become a part of me forever.” levi growls. having enough of this behavior, in front of two children no less, you don’t hesitate to backhand him.

to your surprise, he shudders in delight as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. levi lunges at you, your fiance instinctively shielding you as the former’s teeth latch onto reiner’s forearm. reiner’s brows furrow, gritting his teeth as levi sinks his teeth deeper, the pink substance infecting the fresh wound. you hurriedly gather the restraints from your bag, a horrified expression etched into your features as falco and gabi both help to subdue levi, obtaining a few bitemarks themselves.

“what the hell is wrong with you, ackerman?” you exclaim, struggling to cuff his wrists. the three of you pant, having finally managed to restrain levi, the man in question scowls at that fact, his lips curling into a cruel grin as he regards reiner.

“i should’ve killed you when i had the chance, braun.” the shorter man all but spits. having enough of his behavior, you attempt to fasten a muzzle on levi, but the man sinks his teeth into you as well. you hiss in pain, smacking him in the face in an attempt to get him to release you. once again, what should’ve hurt only brings levi pleasure, a wanton moan parting his lips. you take the opportunity to fasten the muzzle, stepping back as you shield the children.

“falco, i need you to inform the survey corps of what’s going on. tell them to bring hange and armin… there might be an outbreak,” you order breathlessly, your gaze shifting to the boy. he nods furiously, his eyes wide as he takes one last look at levi before dashing off.

you carefully regard gabi, taking extra care to patch up and disinfect her wound before turning to reiner. you blanch as you realize that he too had begun to show symptoms — the strange substance trickling from his mouth, and his face flushed. you make haste to subdue your fiancé, the man chanting your name as if you were his religion, his words a prayer. you don’t hesitate to fasten a muzzle on him as well; despite the act saddening you, you knew you had to place the people above your wants and feelings.

“gabi, do you feel sick at all? anything out of the norm?” you ask, tearing your gaze from reiner with an aching heart. gabi shakes her head.

“what’s going on, [name]? why are they acting like this?” gabi sniffles, distraught at having seen two of the most important people in her life acting like rabid dogs. her lack of symptoms makes you conclude that anyone who hadn’t gone through puberty couldn’t be infected; your lack of symptoms meaning that must be immune, or that female-bodied adults couldn’t be infected. you make a mental note to test that hypothesis.

“i’m not sure… we’ll find a cure — i swear it. they’ll be back to normal in no time.” you respond after a few moments, gently threading your fingers through her hair as you pull her into a hug.

hange and armin arrive not long after you patch up your wounds. you waste no time in informing them of the situation as well as your conclusions. much to your horror, hange places you in charge of the research, and later it was ordered by higher-ups that you use this virus to increase the globally low population count.

a week passed before the lab and holding cells were fully prepared and ready for use. a team from each nation traveled to paradis to aid in the research and development of a cure, demanding that the island wait to investigate it any further until they had arrived. by the time the researchers had settled in, both reiner and levi were fully infected, and your observations of the stages, symptoms, and variations of this new virus were cataloged in a notebook you’d been provided with.

it was your duty to tend to their needs and to lead the research, yet even outside of political duties, you’d found yourself back in reiner’s holding cell. you felt responsible for his infection —if only you hadn't asked him to accompany you… maybe he wouldn’t have gotten infected.

“reiner… im so sorry.” you cry, causing a frown to tug at his lips. even now, he couldnt stand seeing you upset. reiner’s chains clink as he kneels before you, shuffling closer as he cups your cheeks in his feverish palms.

“dont cry, pretty…” he murmurs, lapping at your tears. your lips curl into a gentle smile, leaning into his touch. “there you are. y’look better when you smile f’me.”

you close the distance between the two of you, your lips pressing against his as you sigh into the kiss. your heart was heavy with regret and despair, but even if it was just for a moment, you could pretend that nothing had gone wrong — that reiner was still the same as before.

reiner groans into the kiss, his hands shifting to the back of your neck and your waist, tugging you ever closer. his fingers trail to grip the meat of your hips, your skin growing warm and your cunt pulsing with need. you waste no time, breaking the kiss as you shrug off your clothing, watching as reiner gazes at you through lidded eyes. he whines as your fingers wrap around the back of his head, shifting so reiner can slot his face between your thighs.

your fiance laps at you like a starved man, latching onto your clit as his fingers prod at your folds. you moan as his digits sink into you and curl into the places you need him most, his pace rough and fast as he prioritizes your pleasure. you rock your hips into his touch, eager whines from your lover adding to the pleasure you feel. your skin was slick with a thin sheen of sweat as your thighs trembled, lips parted and lashes fluttering.

“just like that, baby.” you moan breathlessly, your fingers tugging at his hair. “‘m gonna cum — doin’ such a good job f’me…!”

reiner whimpers at your praise, the vibration sending you over the edge as his fingers fuck into you relentlessly. your gummy walls flutter around his digits, your jaw slackening from the intensity of your climax.

“fuck, baby. yer such a good boy,” you whine, arching into reiner, rocking your hips into his eager tongue. your lover works you through your climax, his fingers sliding out of you and gripping your thighs as he cleans you up with his tongue — your hips bucking as he grazes over your most sensitive spots.

once finished, he gazes up at you with the same lovesick eyes, your heart sinking as you remember that this wasn’t the same reiner you’d always known. you sigh, prying open his jaw and ordering him to swallow the experimental treatment pills, then quickly dress to attend to levi.

when you walk into his cell, he beams at you, his gaze soon narrowing at the flush of your skin. “my love… i’ve missed you.”

“what the fuck are you so happy about?” you snap, tears welling up in your eyes, subconsciously shifting the blame to levi. “this is all your fucking fault.”

you kick him in the gut, your heel harshly digging into the meat of his stomach — but much to your dismay, the action forces a pleasured whine from his lips. you curl your lip in disgust as you zero in on the growing strain in his pants.

“i hate you. i wish i’d never fucking met you.” you grit out, harshly wiping at your tears. “i wish you died in the war — not eren!”

levi only grins, tilting his head at you. “i’m yours — your patient and your lover. don’t you get it? you’ll never be rid of me… the higher-ups are going to jump at the opportunity to increase the population — no matter how it's done.”

you clench your teeth, your fingers shaking as your fist connects with his jaw. you repeat the action over and over and over, his blood smearing across your knuckles with each strike. levi’s whimpers and whines only fuel your desire to hurt him — the erection he was sporting doing him no favors. you didn't care if you killed him — it would be better that way, you think. however, no matter how much you beat him, no matter how much you drove his skull into the wall, his wounds only continued to heal.

you angrily sob, pulling the experimental treatment from your bag with trembling fingers and filling the syringe with the serum. you dont bother to attempt to be gentle, harshly sinking the needle into his arm. “why can’t you just die already?”

“hit me more,” levi begs pathetically, his eyes half-lidded as his bloodstained form kneels before you. you jump at the opportunity, wanting to vent your frustrations in any way you’re able to. you don’t know how long you beat him, but by the time you’re finished, you’re utterly exhausted. your limbs are trembling from the effort, your lab coat covered in blood, and your knuckles are stiff and aching. you’re sure you’ve hurt yourself in the process, but you can’t bring yourself to care. not when everything is so fucked up… not when reiner isn’t the same as before.

that night, you fall asleep at the facility, knowing it’s your new home now. while you sleep blissfully unaware, levi decides to use the ability he’d accidentally uncovered a few nights prior. phasing out of his shackles, he roams the halls, searching for your room. once he stumbles upon it, he finds that the door is locked. levi clicks his tongue in annoyance, but takes great pleasure in how you were playing hard to get. didn’t you know you belonged to him?

stepping through the locked door, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine, his eyes lock onto your form. you were wearing nothing more than a thin nightgown — the material shimmery and see-through. he palms himself at the sight of you shifting, the nightgown riding up your thighs and revealing your panties.

levi groans, wasting no time in carefully tugging your undergarments aside as he unsheaths his cock from his slacks. careful not to wake you, the man slowly sinks into your gummy walls, nearly cumming from that alone. gently rocking his hips into you, he uses your body for his own pleasure, biting down on his lip to muffle his whimpers.

blood trickles down his chin from the effort, his cock twitching inside of you as your walls clench around him. his hands pull down the upper half of your nightgown, revealing your bare breasts to his hungry gaze. levi’s thumbs gently brush along your erect nipples — your walls pulsing around him as you let out a soft sigh in response. quiet whimpers leave your lips as he slowly fucks himself into you, his thrusts growing sloppy.

his cock twitches inside of you, hot cum spilling into your aching cunt as a quiet whine parts his lips. levi rolls his hips into yours a few more times, riding out his high, his digits gripping your hips to ground himself. he’s careful not to wake you as he cleans you up, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your lips as he admires you for a moment longer.

during waking hours, you’d begun to experiment with levi, much to his satisfaction. levi recognized that what should have hurt only brought him pleasure — the sensation of whips and needles breaking his skin forcing him to rut against his mattress like a bitch in heat.

of course, due to levi’s favoritism of you, he became uncooperative with any other researcher on the team. reiner followed suit, lashing out at anyone who stepped foot in his cell. you’d had enough of their behavior — attempting to leave them alone for days on end to teach them a lesson, but it only made matters worse. others on your team wound up infected, leaving you with one other member to find a cure for this virus.

levi wasn’t happy with your obvious preference for reiner. he could hear reiner’s pathetic begging from the room adjacent to his when you’d edge him for hours on end, the sound of your squelching cunt reaching his ears and forcing him to fuck his fist — the feeling not quite the same as you no matter how tight he clenched his hand around his cock.

though, levi would admit that he loved it when you’d harshly fuck into him with no regards for his health and safety. he loved when your strap brushed against his prostate over and over again, forcing orgasm after orgasm from the man. no matter how long you fucked him, he could never get enough.

it was due to this that levi returned to your room after sabotaging your research every night; he never wanted this to end. if he could have you all to himself, even if you were cruel to him, levi would do anything… even if it meant placing his own selfish desires above humanity and abandoning every moral code and philosophy he had previously lived by.

some nights when levi visited you, he used your body while you slept. other nights, he simply admired you — studying and memorizing your features and the way you felt under his feather-light touch. tonight was different. levi was aware that you were having a wet dream, marveling at the soft whimpers that left your lips and the way he could see slick dampening your panties. you were all spread out for him, your nightgown riding up over your hips. levi is careful not to wake you as he hovers above your slumbering form, tugging your panties off and lapping at the wet spots on the fabric.

levi hovers above you, his lips inches from yours as he wonders how you’d react if you found out he was doing this. would you beat him more? he shivers at the thought, his cock straining against his slacks. without hesitating any further, levi tugs his manhood from its restraints, brushing it against your folds before slowly sinking into you.

he slots his lips against yours, the pink substance invading your mouth as his tongue brushes against every inch he can reach. your body grows warm, the aphrodisiac taking effect, and he feels your cunt pulse around him. trailing his lips along your throat and down your shoulder, he rolls his hips into yours, his cockhead brushing against a spot that has your lips parting with a soft whimper.

levi smiles into your skin, rocking his hips into that spot as he reaches his hand between your thighs to circle your clit. he could smell reiner on you, the thought of reiner being inside of you like this driving him wild. he growls, rocking his hips into you faster now, and intertwines his free hand with yours.

your lashes flutter, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he realizes that you’re slowly waking up, your quiet sounds of pleasure growing louder. the hand that was between your thighs shifts both of your hands above your head, using his weight to keep you in place as your eyes meet his. levi could tell that you didn’t know who he was — the lack of proper lighting and your grogginess aiding him in this endeavor.

“mmmf — fuck…!” you whine, your body arching into his touch. levi groans as your cunt tightens around him, realizing that your own orgasm was approaching. holding your wrists with one hand, he reaches between your thighs once more, the pad of his thumb circling your clit in time with each thrust. the sensation sends you over the edge with a loud moan, your nails digging into his fingers in an attempt to ground yourself. levi watches as your eyes roll back, your thighs trembling and closing around his hips, a guttural groan parting his lips as he cums.

“f—feels s’good!” you whine, rocking your hips up to meet levi’s sloppy thrusts. “s—such a good boy…”

levi whimpers at the praise, his jaw agape as he fucks his cum back into you. he buries his face in the curve of your shoulder, whining as the two of you come down from your high. you take the opportunity to switch positions, flipping the shorter man on his back and sinking his cock back into you.

the man’s fingers instinctively grip your hips, thrusting in time with each movement you make. the room becomes a chorus of pleasure; the squelching of your cunt, the sloppy kissing, the sound of skin against skin — all of it only heightened your shared pleasure. the only thing you could think about was how badly you needed to be filled with levi’s cum — how desperately you needed to fuck yourself on his cock.

the two of you continue until you both can no longer, neglecting to clean up due to your own exhaustion. the sun was well into the sky by the time you finished, collapsing beside levi as you gazed at him through bleary eyes.

for a moment, you feel as if you could get used to this — reiner filling you during the day, and levi at night. before you can think about it any further, your eyes flutter shut, sleep embracing you once more.

[animeyanderelover]

Can I also request the marly guys (zeke, reiner,colt and porco) with an escaping s/o please? If it's to many people you don't have to write for colt or zeke. Thank you

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsessive behavior, delusional mindset, manipulation, threats, blackmailing

Tags: @shumidehiro

Escaping s/o

Zeke Yeager

🚬​He's probably been aware of your silly plans for a while now but has never spoken up about it as he instead chooses to wait and see how it turns out. Whilst you are making your own plans though, Zeke is gearing up to counter them as he does his own work. Two can play the game after all and if you are conjuring up schemes behind his back, he will return the favor. After all the Titan Shifter is fairly confident that he will win this as he has the intelligence and the influence. The moment you finally put your plan in motion, Zeke is already prepared for everything and the whole thing ends soon in your undeniable defeat. He visits you later as you were put under custody until he arrives and it is then that he explains to you that he has been aware of your plot for a while now. He could have stopped you obviously as soon as he had his suspicions but he thought that it would perhaps be better to let you see and feel that you would do better to stop such shenanigans in the future as you stand no chance against him. The next time you come up with such a hoax, he won't amuse you any longer. This is the first and last time he played such a game with you.

Reiner Braun

🟤​Even if Reiner were to discover hints of your plans, he would most likely refuse to believe them. This guy is quite dependent on his darling after all the trauma and pain he had to endure and he is quite desperate for them to love him too which is why he is extremely overbearing. The first stage is just denial when he finds out that you have actually ran away from him as he instead tries to come up with excuses for what you have done all because he doesn't want to accept the truth. You couldn't! You would never do that! The moment the truth comes crashing down though, Reiner has a meltdown and starts bawling his eyes out. He is a mess and it needs the likes of Pieck and Porco to shake him out of his misery. He isn't far away from transforming into his Titan and chase after you but luckily he is stopped by his comrades as well as the last bit of consciousness that there are people important to him living here. Some more amicable soldiers of Marley agree to help him and he himself joins them, though he looks only seconds away from another meltdown. He's going to scream, cry and beg for them to never do this again as he locks them away in his house from that day on, his trust broken.

Porco Galliard

🌫️​Porco should technically not be surprised if you should attempt to escape from him. After all it is no secret to him that he has forced you into an engagement as well as marriage without even considering your wishes in it. Yet when it actually happens, there is still the disappointed anger as he can't help but think that even if he did all of that, it ultimately enabled you a better life. His anger only heightens the longer you are gone as he even snaps at Marley soldiers despite knowing how his kind is viewed by them. He doesn't fully trust them either so he goes on a separate pursuit to go after you and the moment you are found, you will not be spared of his ire. He's pissed as he yells at you, insult after insult leaving his lips as he calls you an ungrateful thing and points out how he has done nothing but better the situation for you and your family alike. Briefly he considers threatening you to take all the privileges away for you and your family but that would only be really possible through divorce and he would never consider that. He either locks you away like Reiner does or actually goes the extra step and asks the Marley soldiers to imprison you for a while so that you realize how good you have it with him.

Colt Grice

◻️Oh, the poor lad would be absolutely heartbroken. After all he has done nothing but protect and dote on them. Sure, he has done some things he is not too overly proud of such as also pushing you into an engagement but he shares similar motives to Porco as he wants to ensure your protection as soon as he becomes the next Titan Shifter. He is in denial and honestly, he remains stuck in disbelief even as he goes after you until you are caught and he sees you again. The spiteful and frustrated look you give him is finally enough to smash reality right against his chest. Why...? Why would you do this to him? His mind is racing, although all thoughts scatter before he can even properly form them as he tries to dig up something that he can say to you as he stares at you but no words ever leave his lips in that moment. His trust has been smashed and is left in pieces and he doesn't know what to do around you for a while as he has to stomach the realisation that the relationship is perhaps more threatened than he ever would have wanted to think. He would probably find himself turning to your family who, given the opportunities he gives you and them, would most likely shame you for your attempt.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader.

Chapter 1- Meeting Eren

Y/N walked beside Erwin listening to him as he talked about how the patients could be dangerous at times and how Y/N should be careful.

Making their way to the first cell, Y/N looked at the outside of the room. It had a a metal door that was only opened by the swipe of her land yard. Opening the door she walked in to see a room of white.

The desk was hammered down to prevent any self harm along with the chair. The bed was small and the blanket was sewed down to prevent choking yourself.

"I'll be waiting outside so you can see Eren for yourself." Erwin said leaning against the wall, allowing Y/N to head in.

Y/N looked around to see a boy sat in the corner, huddled up with an annoyed look on his face as he looked up at her but quickly looked down, covering his face with his arms.

"Hello!" Y/N said before making her way to him and crouched beside him at a safe distance. "I'm Y/N L/N and I'll be your permanent doctor. I'd like to get to know you Eren."

"Go away." Was all he said not looking up to speak to her at all.

"Cmon. Can't you tell me a bit about yourself? I'm new around here and I'd really like to know you. Your actually my first patient that I've talked to so it'd be a real bummer if you want to shut yourself out." Y/N said.

"What.. do you want to know?" He asked reluctantly still not looking up.

"Anything! Your family, friends, hobbies."

"My mom and dad.. they're dead." He muttered. "I have a stepsister and she visits me every week.. Armin is my only friend I guess."

"Eren.? I'm sorry if it brought you any past memories back." you said before rubbing his back, causing him to flinch a bit. "I won't hurt you. I just want to help you."

"T-thanks I guess."

"I'd love to talk with you more but I'm on a tight schedule and I have to meet some of my other patients. I'm glad you and I talked. Though I wish I could've seen your face properly." Y/N said brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

She got up and said her goodbyes not realising that the second he left, Eren released himself from his hunched up position and was blazing red. He was breathing heavily.

Never had he ever think he’d meet his soon to be Girlfriend. He blamed himself for pushing you away instead of talking and getting to know more about this woman who genuinely cared for him.

He knew he would see you again. He'd be prepared.

[yanderecrazysie]

Can I request "I almost believed you" for reiner please?

Reiner doesn't like to keep you too cooped up, giving you free reign of the house as long as you're on your long chain.

You appreciate that he doesn't just tie you up on the bed, you appreciate that you have plenty of walking room...

But he kidnapped you. He took you away from everything and everyone you loved.

One day, you ask if he can do your hair in a certain way. He's clumsy about it, but he does exactly what you hoped he would.

He used bobby pins.

You pull one out and begin working on the lock around your ankle the moment he steps out for grocery shopping.

You've never tried to pick a lock before but, to your relief, the chain clicks open and you're free!

You practically run out the door, loving the feeling of fresh air on your face.

You stop dead when you realize Reiner is home, staring at you with his eyes and mouth wide open.

"Reiner!" Your heart jumps into your throat, making it hard for you to speak. But you know this is your one chance to lie your way through this.

"What are you doing outside?" He asks in a broken voice, "You're trying to run away, aren't you?"

"No no no!" You reassure him, "I just wanted some fresh air! I love you so much, why would I ever run away?"

Reiner looks hopeful for a moment before his face falls nd a sad smile makes its way onto his face.

"You know, I almost believed you." He said softly.

"Let's go back inside. And this time, I'm shortening the chain."