#reiner braun fic

[chrollohearttags]

Requests open? You don't know what you unleashed

It's that time of the month and I've been craving reiner like a mf (side note is it just me or do you crave human touch sm but at the same time the idea of any male rats Ik irl touching me, repulses me)

Anywhooooo if you don't mind the idea of reiner being such a simp for you, showing you sm love and affection stretch marks and all after a rare (inwardly not so rare) day of feeling like shit 🥹

Or reiner throwing you around and slapping you in the face with his dick, I'm easy

(Side side note: I also been having this viral thought of Reiner having a girl And he cheats on her with you constantly, sometimes practically in front of her face, telling you how your better and he will leave her and she can't satisfy him like you can, if you don't like that kind of stuff ignore 🤠)

frennn, omg why are we just alike?! 😭 ovaries be jiggling like a mf, begging to be scrambled but I wouldn’t dream of letting those creatures near me. but ask and you shall receive! 🫶🏾 I literally love allllll of these so much, I have no idea which one to choose. I can’t stop thinking about, him more so than usual slsksks 😫😭 so ykw, we bout to combine all three LMAO! (mainly bc I love the idea of Reiner being a scumbag)

themes + such: infidelity, slight angst, rei is an asshole (not to you! 😭)body worship, pussy eating, reader has stretch marks/slight dysmorphia, body shaming, soft to rough sex, full nelson, daddy’s used, he picks reader up

WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND

“Rei…wait, we can’t do this..”

“And why not? Who’s going to stop us?”

“No one and that’s the problem..”

the constant back and forth between two lovers, ensued among the fray of dishevelment and lust..lust that had driven you both to the point of no return. Truth be told, you had no good reason to be together. Nothing good would come of this in the long run and yet, here you were…lying in the bed of another woman, with her man’s hands roaming your body. His lips latched onto your nipples and his fingers plunged deep into your aching center. Riding them to bliss as you cried out his name; echoing the walls of her home..it was a disgrace and yet, you couldn’t pull away. You couldn’t let him go..and he felt the same.

“Please..don’t try to pretend like you actually give a shit about her..” His voice seemingly mocking you..it certainly wasn’t his normal demeanor but the one thing you had come to accept about Reiner is that he was not perfect. Not by a long shot…he was certainly not some perfect gentleman that checked all of the boxes. He was handsome, successful, alluring, one hell of a lover but he wasn’t yours!..not even close. That much signified by the silver band on his right ring finger. Married to the girl you despised more than anything. You’d never hated anyone in your entire life but that snooty little blonde bitch was a shoe in for the first spot. Make no mistake, you weren’t afraid of her; more so she was intimidated by you and the thought of fucking her husband unbeknownst gave you a thrill like none other. But your conscious was heavy with thoughts of karma..how things would play out for you guys in the long run..what if he decided that one day he no longer wanted you and by some weird circumstance, decides to make it work with his wife? You’d be out and no one could feel an ounce of pity. You were the adulterer, the harlot, the side chick, mistress..but you were the only one he wanted.

“..because I don’t. Matter of fact, I hope she walks in here right now. I wanna see her face while I’m fucking you..” the deep tone in his voice rattling off into a laugh. Suddenly, he’d tug those thick digits out and shove them between your lips. Allowing you to pacify and taste yourself…watching you become so salacious for him never grew old and it wasn’t something he was ready to let go of. Not now and not ever!..meanwhile, he’d kneel to the floor, caressing your thick thighs in an attempt to quell you. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Hmm?…I feel like you should know that..” that deep southern drawl feeding you those sweet nothings, curling your toes at the sound. He could stay here forever, with you and no one else. Staring into the warmth of those beautiful brown eyes...the truth was, you hadn’t been feeling your best. You worked in the same building as his girl and as one of the lead makeup artists, for the brand that she and many other modeled for, it was difficult seeing women that looked nothing like you garner all of the attention and praise. Not to mention, hearing their snide remarks on the slick about your body type..about how you and others were not a fit for the pieces; literally and figuratively. You were used to it..working in the upper echelon came with discrimination on at least five different levels. But you let it roll off of your back. However, you were having a rather off day. Honestly, the last thing you wanted to do was to be weighed down with the tension of knowing you were sleeping with someone else’s man. That was until you were gifted an anonymous bouquet of flowers..you had no question who the sender was and when he sent you a text message asking to see you, you were glad to accept. Now here you were being spoiled in more ways than one. “You know I love you too, right? You’re my everything..” “Yes, Rei..I love you too..”

Currently, his lips were latching onto your clit, hands firmly planted on your thighs and clawing into them. He needed to taste you..consume your scent and flavor until he was full. That’s the way it was with Reiner..he was a selfish man. Downright gluttonous and he’d have his cake and devour it too! “Good…because I don’t want you to take it personal when I fuck you like a whore tonight.” Smirking up at you and causing you to chew at your lip with a wide smile. Just then, he’d toss your leg across his shoulder and begin the rapid ascent into feasting on your cunt. It wasn’t long before those juices were trickling down his chin and you were trembling. You could’ve jumped from your own flesh at any minute. The way his tongue lapped at your bud, delicately navigated your folds..prodded your entrance..no one treated you better. Hence why his wife would simply have to share. “Oh fuck!…yes, Rei..right there..”

he knew that you were exactly where he wanted you..and there was no way he was letting you go until he got what he desired….suddenly, he’d pull away with his mouth only to quickly substitute your pleasure with his fingers whilst he spoke to you. Feeding you every positive affirmation he could think of…complimenting your beautiful smile down to your legs; rubbing them gently. He didn’t just admire you, he practically worshipped you. Leaving kisses on those stretch marks displayed across your pudgy tummy. He loved all of it and thought that you should do the same. He was adamant in letting you know there was nothing for you to be ashamed of. “You’re so fucking sexy. Trust me..she’s not even half the woman you are. Never could be, baby. The next time she says something, just think about the fact that you have the one thing she doesn’t..” he’d declare, proceeding to spit onto your folds and continue licking. Not once did he break eye contact because he wanted to see all of the expressions that came across your face..he was right. She’d brag and boast about her husband who loved her so much to anyone who’d listen. That was at least in the public eye..however, behind the closed doors of a dressing room, crying into the arms of her best friend, she’d confess that he hadn’t touched her in months. That he seemed distant and cold and she was worried about an affair. Your kind nature couldn’t bear harboring such a secret but the side of you that wanted revenge for watching that bully’s abuse to other girls; bragging about her appearance, wealth and everything else she could flaunt as an adolescent, up into adult hood…you were enjoying this. You wanted the bitch to suffer and quite frankly, see her man getting fucked by the very type of woman she swore she was superior to!

“Lay back f’r me, sweetheart and put those fucking legs up..”

By this point, Reiner’s entire demeanor had seemed to shift. He was still very much hungry for that delicious nectar but he was done with the sweet, charming, innocent demeanor. Quite frankly, it couldn’t come soon enough. You needed him to take what was his! To be dominant, aggressive and pound every single ounce of tension from your body. You were sopping wet with a linear trail of slick, seeping down your slit and he had just the plan to add to the mess. Quickly standing to his feet, he’d take the place of your palms and squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs..he’d already previously undressed so when he came up, that erect cock did along with it as well. He was aching for you..so much so, the only way he’d be able to gain relief was to bury himself inside of you. That’s when you’d feel him lob a trail of spit onto your folds before rubbing that tip against you…you couldn’t handle another moment of being teased so luckily…

“You’re about to get all of this dick, I hope you know that..”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…take this pussy. Fuck me..”

..he didn’t make you wait long! A moment later, you’d feel that tip split open your folds and enter your warmth. It felt damn near divine being inside of you. He practically trembled; cursing aloud when he was met with the sensation of your walls constricting around him. This was all he wanted, all he needed and he’d be content as long as he could have you. “This pussy’s so fucking tight…goddamn, she never feels this good.” Chuckling to himself because he couldn’t believe just how starkly different his experience was with you and his wife. Oftentimes, he found himself bored or not even remotely aroused. She’d complain that it was too much or that she couldn’t fit it all the way. She didn’t like to do any of the nasty things you preferred and when it came to giving him oral sex, she downright refused. Just recently, he stopped trying altogether and always claimed he was too exhausted for sex. Meanwhile, he was buried balls deep inside of you every chance he got!

“Mmmmph, take it, baby. Keep fucking me, just like that..”

Whimpering as you rubbed your clit..stroking that bud slowly..your gaze was fixated on his, a smile on both of your faces as he nestled every inch into you. His strokes were consistent, deep and a little fast. He couldn’t be vexed to take it slow tonight. He needed to give it to you the way you deserved. “Who’s pussy is this, baby? Huh? Tell me..” questioning as he grasped for your ankles, placing gentle kisses along your instep and growling into your skin. He wasn’t letting up for anything. Not until he was damn well satisfied..

“Y-yours, daddy. Oh my gosh..”

crying out with a frail whimper as his pace sped up. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d push at his abs to feign him off but that only did more to fuel his desire to wreck you. Instead, you found yourself hoisted up mid air and cradled in his huge arms. Being propelled up and down on his cock as he slammed you down onto it. Reiner was a brick house of a man, courtesy of all the years he spent playing football. With the bank account to match. By all accounts, he lived the dream life that so many sought after…millions in his account, large, picturesque home and a model wife but the one thing that alluded him…the one person he desired most was right here.

“Fuck….it should’ve been you, baby. It was always supposed to be you. You’re the one that should be wearing that ring, my last name..you should have her life.”

his words becoming far more enunciated, filled with much more passion and aggression..he craved you so badly he could feel it every fiber of his soul. He’d do anything to keep you around..no matter the cost. Clawing into his back, (y/n) cried out his name and let him know that you mirrored his sentiments and that regardless of titles, rings or legalities, he belonged to you! The only one who’d truly ever love him..

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise..”

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[cptnleviackerman]

╰─▸ ❝ reiner braun ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - loss of virginity, slight breeding kink

a/n - not proofread but I need to get this off my chest because something about reiner and virginity is making me insane.....

let's say you've been dating reiner for a couple months now, you've been taking it slow. dating a guy you'd met through a friend- a guy who was essentially a stranger to you -wasn't exactly what you had planned. but he was sweet. he took good care of you, took you on amazing dates. and he was beyond understanding about the limits you had when it came to sex.

it wasn't as if you had zero sexual experience before you got with reiner, and the two of you had spent plenty of lazy sundays hanging out and exploring what makes the other person feel good. the first time reiner made you cum with just his hands you had to force yourself to keep your sobs quiet, pressing your face against his neck to stop him from noticing. the pleasure was immeasurable. it had made you almost dizzy.

but reiner wants the first time the two of you have sex to be special. once you had told him of your lack of sexual experience he had sworn to himself to make your first time the most memorable and beautiful experience. he wanted it to feel easy for you. he didn't want you to be worried or anxious, to have your negative emotions cloud what should be a joyful and happy experience.

he fucks you so gently that first time. easing himself into your tight pussy as slow as he can manage. he bites his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as soon as he feels your warmth around him. despite having the experience of feeling you clench around his fingers, he never could've prepared himself for how good you felt around his cock.

you squirm and screw your eyes shut as soon as he enters you, your hands gripping and scratching at his back once he bottoms out. your whole body is focused on him. the sensations threaten to overwhelm you when he begins to thrust in and out of you. the only thing managing to calm you down is his voice.

"you okay down there, sweetheart? you're doing so well. just hold on tight to me, I'm right here."

reiner wants more. he wants so desperately to fuck you faster and harder, to make you bounce off the bed, to fill your bedroom with moans and the sounds of his thighs hitting yours. he wants to mark your pussy as his own, and to hear you beg for it. he wants the words to leave your pretty lips. knowing that he would be the only one to ever cum inside you, knowing that you'd never ask anyone else for that, it would make him finish right then and there.

"that's it, princess. keep breathing for me, okay? nice and easy."

he can feel you tightening around him. stifling a groan, he manoeuvres himself so his arms cage your head. your breathing is rapid, your legs are beginning to feel shaky, but you manage to do what he says. you focus on your breathing, matching it with reiner's, as your eyes meet his. something about how he's looking at you makes your tummy erupt with butterflies, you're unable to stop yourself from clenching around his cock, the hearts in his eyes are as plain as day and it makes your head spin.

"you feeling okay, sweetheart? fuck, you feel so good."

it feels as though reiner's cock is splitting you open. his size always made you a little anxious, but knowing that he was stuffed inside your pussy, knowing that he was the cause of this pleasure, made your eyes roll back. your nails dug into his back, and reiner is sure you're going to leave marks with how hard you pressing. but he keeps his pace, listening to your moans, and he begins to work out just how hard he can push you.

his breathing starts to get ragged the more he thinks about what he's doing to you.

you.

his innocent angel.

you.

his inexperienced virgin.

you.

the only one he wants to fuck for the rest of his life.

#god this really came out of nowhere #ngl guys... he really got to me #for some reason him in those trees made me go insane... #end of s2 #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun fic #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x you #sage.blurbs

[amywritesthings]

gingerbread sweet. / a reiner holiday ficlet

pairing: reiner braun x f!reader ( attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin ) word count: 1.1k summary: It's the Titan frat's annual gingerbread house competition. Your boyfriend, Reiner Braun, is determined to win. You, however, are determined to distract.

tags: modern au - university, holiday fluff, gingerbread houses, all the marleyans are in a frat bc i said so, devoted boyfriend!reiner, light sexual tension credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the eleventh day of the twelve days of amymas !!

“Does the door look crooked to you?”

"The what?"

"The door. Look at it."

There’s nothing more amusing than watching your hulk of a boyfriend crouch over a tiny gingerbread house.

Reiner Braun squints as he presses a gumdrop to the front — circular windows make it modern, or so he claims — then pauses.

Distracted by a very minor detail, you can already feel his anxiety running his brain a mile a minute: a lopsided door may deduct a few points from Marcel's arbitrary points system from this very arbitrary holiday competition.

Because he's absolutely fucking determined to win.

Granted, the bragging rights are his, but the grand prize will not be — Reiner, of course, rarely rides this hard for something he wants.

No, he’s too willing to put everyone else's wants and needs above his own.

So the grand prize of the Titan fraternity annual gingerbread house competition is going to go to you, hell or high water.

He’s going to win you that goddamn spa day gift card that Marcel has been dangling as a sweet little incentive no matter how long it takes him to mold this gingerbread house into his image.

"I think it looks straight."

The tip of his pink tongue pokes out a little from his pressed lips as he leans in closer. "...I trust your eye more than mine."

The blonde sits up to fish for the green icing piping bag. He's gentle with the way he eases the icing along the edges of the tiny confectionary door.

(An icing wreath, like this couldn't be anymore adorable.)

“Reiner?” you coo.

“Yeah, babe.”

Flat. He’s in the zone.

“You know you don’t have to slave over this thing, right?”

You scoot your chair closer to his, dropping your temple to his large tricep.

“I can buy my own spa day card.”

“False,” he corrects. “I’ll buy you the spa day card myself, but if I gotta cheat Porco out of winning for the third year in a row. Pieck’s gone at least five times on our dime.”

"When were the other two times?" you ask, not correlating the math.

"Well, our freshman year," Reiner begins, using the green icing to make little bushes at the foundation of the house, "we did a Valentine's day relay race that ended up with Bert in urgent care with a broken nose. Then, the one-and-only pool party chicken fight tournament — Pieck and Porco fought dirty."

"Is that why it was the one and only?"

"Yeah. Bert got another bloody nose, but that time from Annie going a little too hard."

He snorts.

"We had to save him from becoming the next Owen Wilson, so — no more chicken tournaments."

Titan frat is… well, excessively competitive, you've learned in your year or so of dating Reiner.

(Blame Porco and the new pledge, Eren Yeager, for only exasperating in this year with the month-long holiday challenges.)

You shrug a shoulder. “I could help.”

“And mess up your pretty nails?” Reiner shakes his head, glancing briefly through his peripheral vision. He smirks. “Ain’t no way.”

Right.

Reiner’s also very giving, during this season — in more ways than one.

First it was the fully-paid-for manicure yesterday.

Then it was the reservation for a Christmas Eve dinner to your favorite spot in the inner city.

Now he’s trying to win Marcel's approval in this ridiculous decorating contest in your name, and you feel… well, loved.

(There's no disputing that you've won the boyfriend lottery.)

Which, of course, means you have only one thing you can do in this situation.

He’s too wound up.

Distracted.

So you reach down to the pile of icing supplies strewn about, picking the small red accented tube.

You swipe some on the tip of your finger, mindful not to get it under your nails.

Reiner doesn’t even see it happening.

He’s too busy playing fixer-upper on the front side of the house, his too-big hands delicately toying with the too-small decorations he’s pasting on the cookie.

You wait a few seconds, letting him place the door where he wishes, before swiping the icing over the side of his neck.

Reiner tenses, turning to see what the hell just hit his neck, but he’s too late—

You’re already leaning in, sliding the tip of your tongue along his skin.

The man gasps, dropping his own piping bag to the supply assortment below.

“What are you—”

“Decorating,” you murmur nonsensically, grinning from ear to ear as his attention disappears completely from the gingerbread house to you.

“The guys are in the other room,” he rasps, eyes wide.

The pledges, he means — banished to the enclosed patio as they work on their own poorly-designed houses.

Through the last year while dating Reiner,  you’ve learned very quickly how sensitive he is.

Sometimes all it takes is a look to get him hard.

Your ego has never recovered, and it’s not deflating now.

Except his eyes soften and a gentle chuckle exits his throat when his golden eyes search your face.

“Wait, you got—”

“What?”

His hand gently cradles your jaw. 

“Hold still, baby.”

His thumb raises to swipe at your nose, where his smile only grows.

You stay still, obedient to his command, unable to stop looking at him.

God, he’s gorgeous.

He’s so fucking gor—

Something touches your lips, and you belatedly realize Reiner’s taken it upon himself to push the red icing along the seam of your lips, parting them easily.

You can taste the sugary sweetness on the tip of your tongue.

“Shit, sorry." When your brows knit in confusion, Reiner explains himself. "Seems like I missed a spot.”

Oh.

Oh.

His pupils dilate as his gaze drops to your lips, as if he’s ready to devour your whole.

Your entire body turns into flames.

“Just one spot?” you murmur, and a wicked smirk crawls to his mouth.

That same thumb drops to glide the remaining icing over your chin.

“I fear it's a couple of spots, but don't worry. I'll get you cleaned up.” He tilts his chin. “I take care of my girl, remember?”

(As if you could ever forget.)

His words get your blood pumping. Pledges and wandering eyes be damned.

“What about the gingerbread house?” you murmur, entranced by the way he continues absently swiping icing over your jaw, chin, and cheeks.

(Marking a trail his lips will devour.)

“We can bring the icing upstairs,” Reiner suggests with an innocent shrug. You know it’s anything but. “I’ll finish that damn house eventually, but I have something sweeter to tend to.”

Before you can say another word, the blonde stands from his chair and gently takes your hand into his.

You easily stand with him, unable to stop giggling as he tugs you eagerly upstairs.

He’s determined to win, yes, but to him —

He’s already won.

He has you, after all.

.

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[hoejosatoru]

Hating Game

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Reiner

Summary: Your friends are sick of the constant fighting between you and Reiner. They creature a plan that they hope will force the two of you to get along, which ends ups working a little too well. This is basically born from me hating Reiner, but then Mappa made him hot and now I have complicated feelings about it.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Reader has no specified skin or hair color, name calling (bitch, douche, dick, slut etc), being locked in with someone, you and Reiner are mean to each other, y/n mentions kissing a girl, fingering, light choking, riding him, teasing, rough sex, a touch of cervix fucking, doggy, cream pie, being walked in on not proof read MDNI

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you growled, banging on the locked door.

“This will be good for you both,” Armin’s muffled voice responded.

“Nothing could be good about being stuck with her,” Reiner, the bane of your existence, shouted back. Just the sound of his voice made your body cringe.

“That attitude is exactly why you’re in there,” Mikasa replied from the other side of the door. You couldn’t believe your friends conspired against you like this. You had been told to grab a cooler from the basement when you found Reiner down there looking for the same thing.

“I’m already on that,” he had said.

“Well maybe if you weren’t such an incompetent idiot then they wouldn't have sent me.”

And then you heard the telltale sound of a door shutting and locking. Bringing you to where you are now, begging to friends behind that locked door.

“Eren come on, you have to agree this is evil.” Eren was the one person who was on the same page about you with Reiner. You shared many laughs at his expense, but your hatred definitely ran a bit deeper.

“Sorry, y/n, I got out voted,” he replied. “And didn’t want to get locked in there with you.” There was a current of laughter in his voice and even though he was your good friend, you knew he probably found this hilarious. You were going to strangle him when you got out of here.

“This is a fire hazard,” Reiner huffed. Even though he was a steps below you, you could feel his breath on your neck. You wanted to retch.

“We will be done by the lake, if there is a fire we’d see it before you,” Armin replied. His voice was getting harder to hear, meaning he was getting further away. “All you have to do is make up and we will let you out. Good luck!” You were also going to strangle Armin when you got out.

You banged on the door and called their names a few more times, but there was no response. They were gone, they truly locked you in here with him. Fuck it, you were going to strangle all of them. Sasha, Jean, and Connie were all in on it and they would not be excluded from your ire.

“Would you fucking stop with the banging? They’re obviously not coming back and you’re giving me a headache,” Reiner grumbled.

“Your fucking voice gives me a headache,” you huffed, pushing past him down the stairs. You could not believe this. This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend. You’d been looking forward to hanging out with your friends at the Armin’s family lake house for weeks. You had been determined to not let Reiners presence ruin that, but that clearly didn’t work.

“You’re such a bitch.”

“You’re a fucking douche bag.”

A typical conversation between you and Reiner, truly. This plot was going to backfire because being stuck with him on this beautiful day was making you want to kill him more, not less. You scanned the basement, which was thankfully finished. If you had been stuck in a musty concrete basement with Reiner all day you probably would have just drowned yourself in the lake. As nice as it was, though, there was no escape. There were a few windows at the very top, but they were typical tiny basement windows. There was no way you could fit through them. There was a bathroom that you could lock yourself in, but you didn’t want to make things easier for him. Although a toilet would be better company.

“You’re breathing too loud,” you said, icily. That was one thing you hated about him - his complete  lack of self awareness. Whether he was talking loudly or man spreading, he never had any qualms about dominating the space around him. It grated your nerves.

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I stop?” he asked with false sincerity.

“Yes, actually I would love that.”

He flipped you off, you rolled your eyes. Great fucking plan Armin!

You were sure exactly what caused your mutual hatred. There was never one big fight, it had always been this way. You were like cats and dogs, oil and water, toothpaste and orange juice - you just did not mix. Over time that dislike grew to disdain and has now blossomed into full-blown hatred.

“It’s your fault we are in here,” Reiner stated.

“Wow, you not taking any accountability? Consider me shocked,” you replied with faux surprise.

“You know you’re a bigger bitch than me.”

You snorted. “Are you calling yourself a little bitch? In that case I fully agree.”

“I am not calling myself a little bitch,” Reiner hissed. He sounded so ridiculous it made you bust out laughing, which only pissed him off more. “But I am saying you’re nasty for no reason.”

“I always have a reason,” you retorted, “and the reason is you’re a dick.”

“Right, and you’re an angel,” Reiner replied sardonically.

You ran your tongue over your canine, smiling wickedly. “Funny, that’s what Historia said after she kissed me.” It was the worst kept secret in your friend group that Reiner had a huge crush on Historia, who wanted nothing to do with him romantically. You and Historia kissed at a party once - a meaningless drunk make out, but you knew it drove Reiner insane. It was your favorite button of his to push.

Reiner’s eye twitched and his jaw clenched. He was pissed. You could laugh. “Oh fuck off.” 

“Aw did I strike a nerve?” you questioned, “It’s probably for the best Historia doesn't like guys. I’m not sure your ego could survive hooking up with her and not making her cum.”

“I can make girls cum,” Reiner snapped, which made you laugh.

“Any man that says he can make girls cum absolutely can’t.”

“Right like you’re any better? You’re such a frigid bitch I bet you just lay there like a dead fish,” Reiner replied.

“You know, I’ve heard imagination is only as good as your experiences,” you said, “Do you have a lot experiences with girls laying under you like a dead fish? I’ll let you in on a little secret- that means they’re not enjoying it.”

“You think a lot about me having sex, huh? If you want me, you just have to ask,” Reiner jabbed. He was standing right in from you now and you hated that you had to look up at him, how his body was so large it eclipsed yours. “Of course, the answer will be no, but it will give me a good laugh.”

You fake gagged. “You fucking wish.”

You stared at each other with a palpable intensity. You wanted to say it was just hatred, but you knew there was something else there, lurking underneath. You would never, ever, ever admit it. But there was a very small (microscopic, you swear) part of you that was attracted to Reiner. It was like the stupid, cavewoman part of your brain that couldn’t control. You hated the way your body reacted to him, it was like a betrayal. It only fueled your hatred for him more.

“I hate you,” Reiner said.

“I hate you more,” you hissed, “Now get out of my fucking face.” You lifted your hands to shove him away, but Reiner grabbed your wrists. It was the first time he’d ever touched you and it felt... strange. Like and electric shock. You saw the bewildered look in his eye and knew he felt it too.

There was a beat of tense, charged silence before you crashed together. You couldn’t say who kissed who first; it was mutual pull like magnets. You couldn’t really process what was happening, one second you were telling him you hated him and the next you were kissing. Not just kissing, but a deep, desperate make out. 

Your hands were all over each other, wild and frantic. His hands were tangled in your hair, yours gripping his strong shoulders and sliding up his neck. You felt insane; you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Kissing Reiner. Worse, you were aching for more. Your hatred for him was still there, but you couldn’t fight the feeling building in your lower stomach.

You both pulled away, breathless. “I still hate you,” you growled.

“Fuck you.”

And then you were kissing again. Reiner was pulling you down to the floor with him, your body straddling his. His large hand slid up your thighs and into your shorts. You gasped as his finger glided over your underwear, then into them. “You’re real fucking wet for someone you’re suppose to hate,” Reiner smirked, toying with your pussy.

Your gripped his cock through his pants and squeezed it. Hard. Reiner groaned. “And you’re rock fucking hard for a frigid bitch.” Your grip loosened on him as Reiner slipped a finger inside you, pressing a spot that made you weak. Reiner smirked at your reaction. So it’s gonna be like that, huh?

You attacked his lips as he fingered you. His long, thick fingers feeling better than you cared to admit. You bit at his lower lip, tugging on it before releasing. Reiner groaned into your mouth at the sharpness of your teeth against his annoyingly soft lips. He pumped his fingers into you hard and fast, your pussy’s wetness making the act obscenely loud. You hated the tangible proof of how aroused you were by him.

Your hands wrapped around his neck. “I should choke the shit out of you,” you grumbled. His body leaned into your touch, prompting you to give his neck a squeeze. A deep groan escaped his and his dick twitched against your thighs. “Oh you like that?” You squeeze harder. “You like being put in your place?” You squeezed even harder, devouring his lips until he was gasping and moaning. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it until your limbs felt weak and you released your grip on his throat. 

“You’re fucking dripping down my hand. Bet you wanna cum so bad, huh?” Your eyes narrowed and you swallowed a moan. You did want to cum, but no way in hell you were caving before he did. You had to keep a shred of your dignity. You swatting his hands away and yanked his boxers down. You tried to keep your face as neutral as possible as you took in the size of him. His cock was annoyingly big. God you had wanted him to have a 2incher so you could laugh in his face, but you couldn’t. He was long and thick in away that made your pussy flutter in anticipation. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

“And desperate to have me inside? Never knew you had it so bad for me,” Reiner said. He was trying to look relaxed, but you didn’t miss how his face twitched as you ran his tip through your slick folds.

“More like I'm desperate to see how quickly you cum,” you fired back. You teased the tip at your aching hole, hating how badly it wanted to suck him in. You didn’t give in yet, wanting to get him more desperate. “What’s your record, one minute? Two?”

Reiner groaned as you squeezed the base of his cock while swirling his tip over your clit. “I can outlast you.” His strained voice said otherwise. “You’re stalling because you know it's true.”

Just to prove him wrong you sunk down on his cock. You went as fast as his thickness allowed, which, frustratingly, was not that fast. You felt the sweet-aching stretch all the way down in your toes. You wanted so badly to not show his effect on you, but a few traitorous moans escaped your lips. Your annoyance at yourself was only quelled when a desperate, throaty groan left his mouth as you bottomed out.

You moved your hips slowly, both to allow yourself to adjust and to tease him more. By the way his hands dug into your hips, you knew it was working. “I know you wanna say it.”

“What?” Reiner questioned, his eyes shamelessly on where he disappears inside you.

“How tight I am.” You squeezed him to emphasize the point, making him grit his teeth. “How good I feel, wet and warm and squeezing your aching cock.” You moved your hips faster as you spoke, a sweat breaking on his brow.

“You’re - fuck-  fucking full of yourself.” The hiccup in his sentence gave you a rush a pride.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re desperate to empty yourself inside me,” you pressed on. His hips hitched, meeting yours with small thrusts. He hit a spot deep inside you that made your head fall back, but you didn’t let it deter you. “Bet you’ve dreamt about this. Bet I feel better than you fucking imagined. Admit it.”

“Fuck you.”

You snickered. “I should stop now an blue ball y-”

Before you could finish, or even process what was happened, you were flipped over, ass up and against Reiner. One large hand was on the back of your neck, squishing your face into the carpet. His other hand gripped both your wrists at your lower back, rendering you immobile. “You fucking talk too much.”

Reiner pounded into you, years of frustration coming out in each thrust. He was so deep, you felt him in your stomach, pleasuring parts of you you didn’t know existed. You were helpless, totally submitted to him. You hated it, but you fucking loved it, which what you really hated.

“Fu-nngh-ck” you gasped.

“Oh you like that? You like being put in your place?” Reiner spat your words back out at you. Your pussy pulsed at his words. Reiner chuckled. “You really do like it, huh? Can feel your fucking pussy sucking me in.” He let go of the hand on your neck to grip your hips, letting him get impossibly deeper in you. His tip bruised your cervix in the sweetest, most sinful way.

“Now who’s fucking full of themself?” You snapped, your voice ragged.

“No you’re full of me,” Reiner retorted. “You hate me so much yet you’re taking my dick like a slut. Gonna fucking cum all over me.”

Oh you were not going to let him win. “You’re a piece of fucking shit,” you spat. You squeezed him and wiggled your him against him as best your position allowed. You hear him curse through his teeth behind you. You knew he was close, you could feel it.

But Reiner was not going down without a fight. His fingers found your clit, rubbing hard circles over the sensitive bud. You cried out, a tightening in your lower stomach telling you were close. Desperate times call for desperate measures. You moaned his name, letting all the pleasure you were trying to mask fill the sinful sound of his name. 

Reiner’s hips twitched and you knew you won before you even felt his thick, warm cum fill you. He moaned, a deep, throaty sound as he filled you up. The ecstasy of your triumph pushed you over the edge, a white hot pleasure flaming through your body. It felt so good you couldn’t even keep yourself quiet if you wanted to.

“Oh. My. God.”

Your eyes snapped open because that was not Reiner’s voice. Your head snapped up and found Eren and Armin standing on the stairs look down at you. From that angle, they couldn't see your naked lower half over the couch, but the position you were in left little to imagine. Not to mention the sounds the probably here. Oh god.

Eren was laughing his head off. “This is too fucking good, oh my god.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you Eren,” you yelled. He was never going to let you live this one down.

“Well,” Armin said, “That plan went better than expected.”

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[levisjinchuriki]

im craving fluff tonight. can you write headcanons for how you think the aot men would kiss you? please include levi, jean and connie! <3

how they like to kiss 

eren jaeger, armin arlert, reiner braun, levi ackerman, jean kirschstein, connie springer 

                                         ✧:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

eren jaeger 

tends to furrow his brows as he kisses you 

likes to hold the back of your head

tilts his head to deepen the kiss before pulling away 

always leaves you wanting more

armin arlert

soft and innocent kisses

always smiles against your lips

likes to gently hold your cheeks in his hands

giggles when you kiss for a while because he gets shy

levi ackerman 

despises pda 

will only kiss you in private or if he’s leaving for a mission

his kisses are firm, but loving

he likes to hold your waist or your arms 

renier braun 

rough kisses!!!!!

you can feel his scruff against your skin

likes to wrap one arm around your waist while his free hand holds your cheek

usually turns into intense makeouts with you pinned against something

jean kirschstein

lots of pda

doesn’t care who’s looking, he will kiss you anywhere

wraps his arms around your shoulders as you tilt your head up since he’s so tall 

will sometimes tease you by tilting back so you can tiptoe to reach his lips

connie springer

loves to shower you in kisses

usually starts at your lips then trails to the rest of your face until you’re giggling and telling him to stop 

will sometimes lightly squish your cheeks together and kiss you like that

likes to reach down and squeeze your butt before you slap his hand away

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[missmeinyourbones]

all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret  ｡･:*:☆

reiner braun x reader | wc: 0.9k | L’s FOLKLORE event

“People believe this? No one actually kisses like that.”

The couple (if you can even call them that) on the screen before you presses their lips together in a picture-perfect scene. No bad angles, awkward nose bumping, or spit strings to be found—they feverishly make out with one another with movie tier excellence. 

You liked to spend your Friday nights curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching the popular cheesy dating show for the hell of it. Granted, it was entertaining and drama-filled—all you could ask for in a television program to unwind your week with. 

However, your boyfriend decided to join you for this week’s episode, and it’s safe to say that he is absolutely horrified with the concept playing out before him.

“Oh and look, what a coincidence! There’s just an orchestra casually playing in the middle of a field! Totally unplanned and romantically natural,” Reiner heaves with sarcasm as you sit curled into his side beneath the blanket. 

“Shhhh! It’s just a show,” you remind him with a light smack on the chest, “they have to make it dramatic and extravagant, y’know, for the watch factor.”

“It’s ridiculous,” he mutters beneath his breath, though his eyes are still glued to the show in front of him.  

The two of you enjoy the commercial break in a comfortable silence, before the show returns back with a different setting. The man sits solemnly on a balcony, looking terrible distraught and ominous, as he pines over two completely different women. 

Practically on the edge of your seat, you can’t wait to see the drama unfold with the eventual decision he makes. He begins to explain how his relationship with one of the women is light and easy, while the other is much more sensitive and dense and—

“Can I tell you something?”

Your boyfriend’s voice suddenly vibrates over the volume of the television, interrupting the contestant’s juicy monologue. You swallow back the sigh of aggravation that begs to crawl from your throat. It tastes like a reminder to never invite Reiner over to watch this show, ever again. 

You lightly sigh, “Something tells me you’re going to, regardless of my answer.”

Reiner chuckles at your slight irritation, knowing how invested you get in the drama of the show, “Oh come on, baby. At least pretend to play along.”

“Fine,” you grumble into his shirt, eyes still fixated on the show before you, “enlighten me.”

“All these people think love’s for show, almost like it’s a game or competition.”

It is, you want to quip. It’s a dating show, built for entertainment and boosted for exploitation, of course it’s like a game. Regardless, you let your lover continue his thought on the matter. 

“It just feels so fake to me,” he borderline whines. “The whole ‘date 10 people at once and whoever makes it to the end wins a proposal’ mindset can’t actually work, right?”

Your boyfriend, forever the sensitive lover, almost seems genuinely upset with the silliness of the show’s ways. The tiny crease between his furrowed brows is one you recognize of true annoyance, one you often see when he’s frustrated with something. 

“Nah,” you reassure his distraught thoughts, “half of these couples don’t even last long enough to see an actual wedding.”

“So you agree with me,” he slightly turns his body towards you, which shifts your frame that leans on his, “you don’t think it’s real love?”

You earnestly nod against his arm, hoping to ease his worries on the meaningless manner. “Most of the time it’s just a lot of amplified infatuation, yes.”

“Thank you,” he smirks with victory, as if you ever disagreed with him in the first place. You decide to let him have his nonexistent win when you feel him relax back into the couch. 

“Real love is different,” he declares, matter-of-factly.

“I’d hope so,” you quip with a tease, grateful his mini hissy-fit is over, “but what makes you say that?”

“I’d never have to do this shit with you,” he points to the television screen, where the same man from before now anxiously awaits for one of his girlfriends to meet him for a date that could make-or-break their relationship. 

Reiner continues as the scene plays out, “I’d die for you in secret. I wouldn’t have to go on national television and cry about other women before deciding to propose to you.”

His words are oddly intimate—rough around the edges, sure, but still genuine and sweet beneath it all. With your attention now glued to him and the show’s plot now long forgotten, you admire your lover’s profile as his gaze remains on the television. 

“And here this guy is, debating his love life in the middle of a field of roses.”

His comment makes you laugh, a light and mindless one that allows Reiner’s smile to meet his eyes. He rests his head on yours as the show cuts to commercial once more. 

“No one’s dying for anyone,” you remind him with a grin, “and I wouldn’t ask you to do any of the crazy things these people do, for the record.”

A kiss lands on your temple before you feel his hand gently squeeze your side. Reiner goes back on his word at your unexpected confession.

“I mean, I’d do them if you asked...it just wouldn’t be televised.”

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[jujubean90]

Word Count: 10260 (sorry)

Genre/ Tropes/ Aesthetic: AoT Hybrid AU! Bullman! Reiner. One shot. Reader insert. Female reader. M x F relationship. Fluff, cute shit mixed in. Friends to Lovers. Forbidden romance.

General Warnings: The following story is NSFW. MINORS DNI. Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember, I’m hella dyslexic.

Trigger Warnings/ Kinks: BREEDING, cumflation, oral, monster fucking, pregnancy, belly bulge, fingering, imprinting, possessiveness, alpha male behavior (not ABO), body worship if you squint, size kink, knotting

Featured Characters:

AOT: Reiner Braun, Colt Grice, Theo Magath

Synopsis: You buy your dream property across from Farmer Magath and his prized bullman. You didn't expect the hybrid to be so kind. Your friendship grows and so does your desire to fuck him.

You bought your dream property next to this cattle farm out in the middle of nowhere in a town called Marley. Being close to the farm didn’t bother you. You had plenty of acreage and cows didn’t disturb you either. This country cottage was too good to pass up. It had everything you needed for a proper homestead of your own.

After moving in, you learned there was more living at this farm than cows. Farmer Magath raised top quality cattle and the reason people paid him so much was because of the stud hybrid he used to breed his herd. He’s a big, strong ornery thing and you’ve been told to keep your distance and avoid contact if you see him. Your property lines share a fence so it’s possible you’d encounter the bullman. You appreciated the heads-up.

He’s gotten violent and lost his temper a few times, according to your new neighbor’s farmhand, Colt Grice. You’re told he’s extremely protective of the cows and when they go to sell some, they must tranquilize him. He’s not too fond of people, but he wouldn’t dare hurt Farmer Magath. He didn’t seem to give a shit about Colt.

When you see the bullman cross the field one day, you’re in awe. He’s beautiful and proud, with blonde hair and striking golden eyes. His body is flawless, with rippling muscles that would make the gods envious. It was a damn shame he was a hybrid because, whew!

That same day, some of your chickens got loose, and you chased them all over. Of course, one ran into the bullman’s fenced side of the ranch. You didn’t see him or the herd, so you hopped over to track down the missing chicken. The goal was to get in and out unnoticed.

You spotted your missing chicken, pecking beneath some trees a few yards away. You tried to sneak up and grab him, but before you could, the bullman emerged from the bushes and snatched it up by his feet.

You gasped because you thought that was the end of poor Eren. He was your favorite chicken, but damn, he’d do anything for some freedom. Seemed now like he scratched and pecked his last meal.

The bullman looked at you for a moment before sauntering over with a swagger in his steps. He towered above you and had to be a little over 7 foot tall. Despite what your neighbor said, he didn’t look mean. He gave you a charming smile and handed the ornery chicken over. He didn’t hurt a feather on the pissed off fowl. Eren pecked ruthlessly at his hand, but it didn’t faze the hybrid.

“Thank you,” you mutter as you wrestle the bristled chicken and made him sit snuggly in your arms. He clicked his beak at the bullman as if to say, ‘fuck you’ in chicken. You’d talk to him later about his fowl language. “I’m sorry to invade your space like this. Eren’s a runner. Erm, gosh, I’m also sorry about your hand.”

The hybrid bleated softly, then reached over to gently pat the top of your head as if to say it wasn’t a problem. Eren ruffled his feathers and tried to peck at him again, but the bullman just taped his beak with one finger before he could get catch some skin.

“Will you walk me back?”

He nodded his head and happily escorted you across the field. He helped you over the fence and you realized, if he wanted, he could leave the farm. You thanked the bullman and took Eren to his pen with the other chickens.

You had a stunted rooster who ended up being the most alpha one of the group. You called him Captain Levi because, well, he justly deserved to be called Captain with how he ran the coop. After putting Eren inside, Captain Levi fluttered down from his perch and flogged him until Eren ran to the safety of one of the houses. You saluted the gray and black bird and went on about your day.

When you came back, you didn’t expect to see the bullman waiting for you at the fence, but he remained and looked at you expectantly. Another soft bleat left his mouth, and he swished his tail as if the sight of you excited him.

You couldn’t deny him. He was so cute! Maybe he was lonely. Hell, you certainly were. So, you went up to him and started chatting about anything and everything just to give him company. He was a superb listener, and he made expressions to convey his thoughts about the things you said. He’d occasionally rumble out a laugh when you made a silly joke. Most of the time, he smiled and listened with absolute interest.

That’s how it started between the two of you. Conversation with the bullman became part of your daily routine. In the evenings, you’d meet him at the fence with a basket of fruit to share as you talked about your day. He brought you stuff like little gifts and tokens of appreciation. He found the most beautiful rocks, and he was proud of them all. You kept them in the small flower garden along the side of your house where he could see them from the fence.

Sometimes he brought you flowers or wreathes he made. You had a wreath on your front door, back door, both barn doors, and your shed. He brought you a new bouquet each week, and it sat in a vase on your kitchen table. He created a flower crown and put it on your head while you had lunch together one day. That was one of your favorite moments.

The fence always separated you, and Reiner didn’t seem to mind. He sat down when you had picnics together on the other side without a problem. He followed you along the fence line on your walks together. You bet he’d happily jump that damn thing and help with your chores if you asked.

You started making things for him too. He loved your fruit pies and cookies the most. Sometimes you crafted items, but most of the time, you cooked snacks for him. You did not know what he did with the things you made. He treasured them all, though. You could tell by his expressions how much he appreciated your crafts when you gave him something.

Colt came back with your tools and found you waiting for him at the chicken coop. You both got to work on fixing it while Reiner watched. He kept a stern, threatening gaze on Colt. The young man felt uneasy, like someone suddenly plastered a target on his back.

You noticed his hooves weren’t properly cared for one day. He was the farmer’s pride and joy, but he didn’t receive the attention he deserved. He developed a limp, so you told him to back up to the fence and lift his hoof so you could scrape and cut it down. He was obedient to you and remained in place until you finished the job. You polished his hooves after. He walked with his head high for the rest of the day.

Now, the farmhand Colt Grice took interest in you. He was a bashful lad, and you often conversed with him at the front of your house when he walked to and from the farm. It started off with gentle hellos and queries about your day. You said nothing about you and the bullman. Something in your gut told you to keep that to yourself.

Gradually, Colt grew comfortable and lingered in the evenings while you worked on the front of the cottage. He offered to help you, but you always denied him. You said he worked enough for Farmer Magath and he needed his rest.

You weren’t out front one day during his walk home. Colt thought that was odd because you were always outside at this hour. He checked around back to make sure you were alright. If he didn’t see you, he’d go on his way and ask about it all in the morning.

He found you moving chickens into a temporary enclosure. A tree limb fell on their coop in the middle of the night. You spent all morning rounding the gang up and gathering supplies for repairs. Now you had to remove the limbs and fix everything.

“Need some help?” Colt asked. You practically jumped out of your skin.

“Oh, goodness! Colt”

He immediately apologized, and you laughed it off after you recovered. He giggled too after making sure you were alright. Honestly, there was a good chemistry between you two and Colt was super handsome. He would make a great boyfriend if you took things further.

You told him you could handle everything, but this time he remained firm in his decision to help. You relented, but you’d only let him help after he got a little hydrated and had something to eat. Cooking food for others was part of your love language. You cared about him enough to make sure he was properly nourished.

You made Colt two bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches with mayo on toasted bread. He inhaled them and half the pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade you made this morning. You laughed and talked together while your food settled. He scooted closer to you and started flirting. Of course, you twirled your hair and reciprocated.

His cheeks were beet red while a dusting of pink spread across yours. You smiled shyly up at him through your eyelashes. He was seconds from asking you out. He just needed to get the courage to form the sentence.

That’s when you found out the bullman was a jealous being. As he crossed the field, he heard you laugh. He loved that sound more than anything, so he came to investigate and see what had you so tickled. He saw a familiar man sitting with you. It was Colt! He bellowed his disapproval, which got your attention, and stopped Colt from asking his question.

“Oh, what pissed him off?” Colt inquired aloud.

You scooted away from Colt and noted the time. “Colt, could you go around front and grab my tools? I had the box out near the corner of the house. I had to fix the drain this morning.”

Colt was eager to please, despite feeling disappointed that he was interrupted. He tipped his hat and walked off to find them while you pretended to survey the coop. Once he was out of sight, you addressed the angry bullman. He barred his teeth and snorted at Colt’s direction, but you reached over and took his hand. He immediately snapped out of his rage and whimpered at you.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. It’s just Colt from your farm. He’s a good guy. We’ll have to meet later in the evening. He’s going to help with repairs.”

You tried your best to reassure him that everything was alright, and that Colt wouldn’t hurt you. He calmed down a little and pulled at your arm as if begging you to stay. You told Reiner he needed to compose himself and scolded him lightly.

The latter was completely true because the next day, Reiner gave him hell. Colt ended up injuring his leg and had to take paid leave to recover. That’ll teach Colt and anyone else to think twice before encroaching on what belonged to Reiner.

Not long after Colt’s accident, you met Farmer Magath at the market. He asked how your homestead was going. You told him all was fine and running smoothly, which was great because it was your first time living alone.

Farmer Magath then inquired about the bullman and asked if he troubled you any. You felt in your gut it was best not to tell him about your friendship with the bullman, so you lied and said you’ve seen him a few times, but he left you alone. You inquired about his other animals and if he had names for them. Only the bullman had a name.

The whole thing didn’t last long. He did what he had to do, but you were suddenly imagining so much more. You wanted to see him mate up close so you could- God! You were a pervert! A dirty, disgusting pervert!

“We brought him here registered under the name Reiner,” the farmer told you. “I didn’t see no point in changing it, so we just kept callin’em Reiner.”

Magath warned that mating season would soon start. Things might get loud on the farm. Cows were vocal when it was time to mate and the bullman became a nightmare once his rut hit. You just laughed and said it wouldn’t bother you and you offered him some vegetables from your garden. He declined and said, "It’s best to save, can, or sell, ma’am. Don’t waste none on me."

When you got home, you noticed Reiner was on the other side of the fence with some cattle. He paced behind one and seemed tense. He turned, and you got a full side view of his cock for the first time. The bottom half of his body was the bull part, and he was huge. He wrapped a fist around it and pumped it a few times. Then you watched from your window as he mounted the cow he paced behind previously and held it in place while he - why - why the fuck were you suddenly aroused by seeing this!?

He mated with the standing cow, finished, and pulled out. He huffed and sauntered off elsewhere after his deed was done, but he left you stunned with your mouth wide open.

Your self-belittlement did nothing to quell the sensation rising in your gut. You clenched your thighs together and thought about him fucking into you with that enormous cock. Muscles rippling, grip firm, him bending you over the fence as he gave you his seed. He’d tower above you and throw you around like a disposable cock sleeve. You needed to feel it. You wanted to be the one standing in place while he bred you.

Oh gods! Your mind and body screamed for a release, so you stumbled to your bedroom and fingered yourself until you came. One hand grasped your headboard while the other pushed you through a powerful orgasm. You thought of him and how he could easily lift you up. You thought of how he could fuck you on his dick. He didn’t need to mate with the cows. He could use you instead.

After finishing and coming down from your thirst, you felt so embarrassed. Even in your own home, which should be your safe haven, shame flooded over you. You got a drink of water from your kitchen and looked outside to see Reiner waiting for you at the fence. Your eyes went to his lower body, and you remained fixated on his cock sheath and large velvety balls. They looked bigger than normal. Was this part of his rut?

You saw the outline of his flaccid dick in the safety of its pouch. The imagery of his full erection took its place at the forefront of your thoughts. It was more human-like than you expected and oh-so thick and large. One thing was clear: it had to feel fucking good.

You shook your head and dismissed those terrible thoughts. It was wrong to have relations with hybrids and downright illegal in some places. They were potent beings and humans could easily get knocked up. In Marley there wasn’t a written law or punishment in place for mixed relationships, but people sure as shit made you into a social pariah and forced you into designated zones. You had to suppress this unnatural urge if you wanted to keep your homestead.

To clear your mind, you focused on making an evening meal. You gathered up cucumber sandwiches with cream cheese spread you made and placed them into the picnic basket along with fruit, fresh baked lemon cookies, and a container of lemonade. Reiner called out to you, as he often did when he got impatient. You took your knitting project and blanket to sit on, then went out the door just as he started pacing at the fence.

Reiner’s ears perked up, and he chuffed before becoming still and bleated to greet you. His tail flicked happily, and he bellowed once. He really missed you this morning, apparently.

“I just went to the store is all,” you reassured. “I ran into Farmer Magath, and he told me your name. It’s Reiner, right?”

He nodded, and those golden eyes became so bright. You swore he was about to jump the fence and hug you, but he stayed put.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Reiner repeated roughly. “I learn.”

You almost dropped everything. He spoke. You did not know he could speak!

“Reiner…you…you can talk?”

He lowered his ears and stepped back as if he did something bad. You immediately reassure him everything was okay.

“Reiner, I’m not mad! I’m glad you can speak. What all can you say?”

“Know some words. Trouble if heard. Trust you, so I talk. Want to talk to Y/N. Want Y/N to hear me.”

That’s right. Hybrids weren’t allowed an education. They weren’t allowed to learn how to speak and read. People didn’t talk to them like they were intelligent. They were treated like beasts despite them having many facets of human behavior.

“I won’t say anything,” you promise. “You can talk to me freely. I’m so happy to know we can speak to each other.”

Reiner smiled and looked at one of his favorite trees. “Come sit.” He couldn’t form the other words, so he pointed at himself. “Show you.”

“I don’t know If I should cross the fence,” you say.

“I come,” he replied as he approached the fence. “Want closer. Need closer. Tired of fence.”

He got agitated, but not at you. Words really were hard for him and who knows how long it had been since he last spoke to someone. He sighed, then looked to the sky. “Sun hot.”

“Let’s get you in the shade. I’ll come to your side. You can show me your tree.”

He was so happy he bleated again. He took the items you had in your hands and placed them down before helping you over to his side. You climbed a few panels, but he lifted you the rest of the way because he was so excited.

"Finally,” he said with a smile. “Not since, silly chicken. Now come. Hot. Bad for Y/N. Bad for Reiner.”

He led you to his favorite tree. It was a huge, brilliant willow right next to the bank of a wide river. The branches were so thick that no one could see inside the natural curtain. It was ideal for getting out of the scorching sun and keeping a low profile with Reiner.

When you entered, it felt fifteen degrees cooler from the branches. Songbirds and croaking frogs created a peaceful melody inside this magical hideaway. Moss bloomed like a natural carpet across the ground. Dragon flies danced with the cattails and reeds near the shore. Occasionally, a fish jumped and slapped the water after catching a bug flying too close to the surface.

Reiner made this place for himself. Only his hoof prints indented the ground. You realized this is where he came to make you things. He hung the wreathes you made on the lowest large branch he could reach with twine. He nestled the poppet you made of him in a knot near the center of the trunk. Shells, feathers, antlers, and stick ornaments adorned this place, making natural chimes. It was absolutely beautiful.

He got on his knees next to you as you looked around. You had to be the first he brought here and suddenly you realized how significant it was to be in his safe spot.

“Like?” He asked as he watched your expressions with heightened interest.

“It’s gorgeous,” you told him with a kind smile. “Let’s have lunch. I’m starving, aren’t you?”

He nodded and rose to help you spread the blanket before settling down again. You unpacked everything, and Reiner licked his lips with anticipation. Your eyes lingered on his mouth after his tongue passed over them. You never realized how plump and pretty his lips were. Despite being outside and exposed to the elements, he kept them moisturized. Damn, they looked so soft and kissable.

You wondered what they felt like molded against yours. What did his tongue feel like in your mouth? Could he learn to kiss you properly or would he simply mount and breed you like the cows if aroused? How would it feel pleasuring and prepping your cunt for his big, meaty-

You shook your head and resumed laying out your lunch before your thoughts went any further. Reiner watched you with growing curiosity. He was unsure why you looked lost in some sort of daze suddenly.

He went to ask, but something distracted him.

A wonderful scent snaked its way into his nose, and he inhaled slowly while closing his eyes. It wasn’t the food or the drink; it was- oh- his nostrils flared, and his eyes snapped open. Reiner’s pupils dilated, and he inhaled again to make sure he was right. Yes, yes! The scent was you! It was intoxicating, better than anything his senses experienced before, and it was so strong! Your body was ready to mate and conceive.

“Here’s your plate,” you offered, and it jarred him out of his building lust. Sweat dampened his brow and his fine blonde hair stuck to his forehead. He realized he clenched his jaw too tightly and needed to relax before he scared you.

Reiner took your food with a shaking hand. He muttered something that you assumed was a thanks. To your surprise, he stood up and put some distance between the two of you. He ate with his back turned and you watched his tail flick periodically. This was certainly unlike him.

Tension developed between the two of you, and you were clueless why. Your mind filled with worst-case scenario doubts. Perhaps he didn’t like cucumber sandwiches, or he regretted bringing you here.

You finished eating and realized Reiner remained in place with his gaze off elsewhere. You did not know he was battling with himself mentally and that his cock head rose from its blonde sheath. He readjusted his stance. Your smell drove him crazy, and it was forcing him into his rut early.

“Reiner, are you-“

“Reiner…I’m sorry if I-“

“Leave!” He growled. He dropped the plate. It smashed into three pieces when it hit the ground.

You gasped, and he flattened his ears when he heard it. His breath quickened and his heartbeat spread further across his lap. His pink tip flared and turned a deep red while the rest of his cock emerged. He needed to-

“Leave, Y/N!”

As fast as possible, you jumped up and put everything in the basket. You would not stick around if he was giving you the opportunity to go before he went on a rampage. You pulled your skirt past your ankles so you could move faster. In your rush to put distance between you and Reiner; however, your foot lodged into one of the raised roots. With a yelp, you fell and twisted your ankle.

“No! The basket!” you yelled as it launched from your hands.

It tumbled away. You heard glass jars clash together and break. The fall scraped your legs up good. Pieces of bark lodged into your knee and ankle. You dreaded picking them out. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you looked to see if Reiner could help you, but he was gone. It was just you and with your swollen foot stuck in these mangled roots.

You tried to pry the roots apart, but they wouldn’t budge. Your ankle was too big now to ease it through. You clenched your fist and struck the earth as you started sobbing. You could call for help, but then you’d have to explain why you were on this side of the fence and expose Reiner’s hiding place.

Time dragged on forever. The sky was growing dark and suddenly you heard something like hooves pounding into the ground. Reiner burst through the willow branches and hurried to your side. He was flushed and had a variety of visible emotions. Shame, concern, and strained control were the most notable.

“M’sorry! M’sorry!” he cried, but it made no sense to you. He was clearly upset, and he treated you like a fragile flower after he pulled the roots apart by hand and lifted your foot out. He picked you up and brought you to a more comfortable place to sit. Something was still clearly wrong, though. You saw the way his eyes dilated, and you realized he was trembling while taking off your slipper to examine your foot.

“Reiner, what’s wrong?”

He averted his gaze and snorted. Occasionally, he would shake his head as if there were something boring into his brain that he needed to get out. Reiner examined your foot to the best of his ability, then gently lowered it to the ground.

“M’sorry,” he said again. “Need to go. Rest, Y/N. I leave. I stand guard. Cannot be here.”

You boldly reached for his arm to stop him from leaving, and he snapped his eyes to yours.

“Please stay,” you begged. “I don’t know what I did wrong. Reiner, I’m-“

“No, not you. Me. Me! Not you!”

He spoke frantically. His words were all jumbled together. Reiner paused after seeing your face contort into confusion. He reached over with his big hand and cupped your cheek.

“Protect you. Losing self. Rut. Need to go. No hurt you. Control hard. Love…you.”

Your face bloomed with color after he spoke steadily and purposefully to make sure you understood his words. He stroked your cheek, then backed away before turning and leaving you alone beneath the curtain of the great willow. You saw his shadow in the fading light as he stood guard like he said he would.

“His rut,” you muttered. “He fought his instincts just now to make sure I wasn’t severely injured. That’s why he told me to leave earlier. Something worked him up. Wait, did he smell my arousal?”

You fell silent because you knew the answer. You sent him into a frenzy because you couldn’t keep your thoughts from wandering. This was all your fault.

Eventually, you stood on your own and left the willow. Reiner watched from afar as you went home. You had trouble getting over the fence, but you managed. He didn’t take his eyes off you until you were in your home.

The next day, you found your basket, remaining jars, and blanket piled neatly on your doorstep, along with a single flower. You glanced at the fence line, but he wasn’t there. After putting everything up and feeding the chickens, you rested in your living room chair with your foot elevated. You fell asleep and dreamt of Reiner.

He came into your house like it was something he did regularly. You did not know how it accommodated him, but it was clear he lived with you. He wore something like overalls and a plaid shirt. His hooved feet clicked across the floor as he went towards the bathroom. You heard running water as he washed his hands and face, cleansing himself of the day’s grime.

“Plowed the entire field in record time this morning,” he bragged as he came into the kitchen doorway while patting himself dry. He spoke perfect common tongue now, which further surprised you.

You were lost in the feeling of ecstasy as he fingered you in the kitchen. He placed one hand comfortably over your mouth to keep you quiet. Reiner was careful to make sure you could properly breath as he worked you toward your first orgasm. His cock grew between your ass cheeks as you whimpered in the palm of his hand and shook because your body had no control at this point.

You worked on dishes when he came and wrapped his powerful arms around you. He pulled you into his big, warm body. He smelled of the earth and hard work, but you liked it the same way you loved the smell of your grandfather’s old shed and dusty toolboxes. It was comforting, and he was so damn soft.

Reiner’s lips graced the column of your neck. His huge hands grabbed at whatever they could find and suddenly you were melting into his chest while gasping his name. He untied your apron and the crossties on your skirt. He pulled your blouse free, and those warm hands began exploring your lower body.

“Someone’s wet,” he teased as his meaty fingers brushed over your slit. “I could smell you when I opened the door. Mmm, I need to mate with you. Put another baby inside your pretty belly.”

“Another?” you wondered internally. “How many did we have together? How was this possible?”

Your thoughts vanished when he dipped those fingers into your warm, wet depths. He explored and searched your canal for your sweet spot. Reiner knew your body. He was teasing you, making you tense with anticipation while he acted mischievously clueless as to where he was going.

“I know it’s somewhere,” he cooed as he glided his pads over the many ridges of your inner tunnel. You clenched and squeezed his digits, pulling them further toward their destination. He let out a breathy chuckle when you squirmed.

One brush over your g spot was all it took for you to toss your head back and cry out. He pressed hard and rubbed it agonizingly slow while shushing you. “You’ll wake the babies, sweetheart. I can’t breed you if they stir. Be good for me. I need to prepare you. Too big for your tiny pussy.”

“Pretty, pretty little mate. Gonna fuck my seed into you. You love taking my cum. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You nodded in his hand as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“Y/N?”

Suddenly, his voice changed, and your eyes darted around.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

Why did you hear Colt suddenly?

“Y/N? Hello?”

You opened your eyes and gasped. Colt had his hand on your shoulder and was near your face. He immediately let go and stepped back when you woke up.

“Hey, you’re awake. Gosh, I was getting worried.”

“Colt, how did you get in here?”

“The door was open, so I came in to check on you. I thought something bad might have happened. Maybe you forgot to shut it all the way. I’m just glad you’re alright. It’s been a morning. Farmer Magath is dead, and the bullman is missing.”

“What?” You asked with wide eyes. “Did he…did he kill Mr. Magath?”

Colt solemnly nodded. “I came by to let you know and advise you to stay inside. I checked your barn and there was no sign of him. We’re getting a team together to track him down before he hurts anyone else.”

“But aren’t you still injured?”

Colt smiled and patted his leg. “I’ll be fine. I’m…honored you are concerned, Y/N. Your basket of treats made me want to heal up as quickly as I can. I miss our daily talks.”

You smiled at Colt, and he blushed. When he averted his gaze, it fell on your wrapped ankle. He gasped and immediately became concerned. “Y/N, what happened? Did you fall?”

“Yeah, got caught up and twisted when I was rushing around, trying to get Eren. You know how he likes to play escape.”

“He’s a troublesome chicken,” Colt sighed. “But I know you have a soft spot for him. Just be careful, okay? I’m going to head out now. Y/N, I will see you soon. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Colt left, and you sat for a moment trying to think. Reiner was missing. People were looking for him. What would happen if they found him? You paled at the possibilities running through your mind.

“I must find him before they do. I need to know why he did it.”

You hobbled outside to your barn to grab your walking stick and your ankle high shoes for extra support. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a familiar, soft bleat in the back of your barn near the hay storage.

“Reiner?”

You placed your stick down and closed the barn doors. You didn’t know why he was hiding in your barn, but you knew he wouldn’t have made that noise if he didn’t want you to find him. You thought about what Colt told you. Your door was wide open. You bet anything Reiner was trying to get inside to you, but he realized he couldn’t fit in your house. He erased his steps as he made for your barn. No wonder Colt couldn’t find him.

You peered into the back of the barn where you stored all the hay. Suddenly, the mountain of straw moved, and Reiner nudged his head through so he could peer out at you. He was wide eyed and scared.

“Y/N…”

“You’re safe. Oh gods, Reiner, what did you do?”

Reiner shook his head and crawled out from his hiding place. He frantically began explaining the situation to the best of his ability. “Not me. Other new bull in second field. Magath knocked down. Bull gored him. Too late to help. Worker saw after and think Reiner did. Scared. Reiner ran and find Y/N. House too small. Came here to hide.”

“It’s just a misunderstanding, Rei. It’s going to be okay.”

Reiner whimpered and hurried to you. He practically bent in half just to wrap his arms around you. He held you close as he sobbed. “Don’t want taken from Y/N. Help. Help keep safe. Never harm farmer. Not Reiner.”

It hurt your heart to see him like this. You knew he was telling the truth, but you also knew he could completely harm others.

“I believe you but, I want you to be honest about something. Colt told me you contributed to his injury. He thinks it was an accident, but I know you weren’t happy when he sat with me. Why did you hurt Colt?”

“Colt rival. Wants to mate with Y/N. No kill, just prove point. Reiner is better male to mate with. Never kill. Reiner not bad bull. Farmer asks Reiner to breed cows. Reiner does. Farmer asks to plow field, Reiner does. Good bull. Strong bull. New bull in other field bad, angry bull.”

“You injured Colt because you thought he wanted to…mate with me?”

Reiner pulled away from you and nodded. “Reiner saw and smell. Made angry. Y/N need choose Reiner. Best, strongest male. Give good offspring. Take care of Y/N. Colt weak.”

You wanted to laugh out loud, but he was being serious. You knew Colt liked you, and honestly, some part of you liked him back. The shitty thing about this situation was how you felt about Reiner. You shouldn’t feel this sense of longing and desire toward him, but you did. Oh god, you did. He was a hybrid and now things just got more complicated with people thinking he killed Farmer Magath. Despite all that, you’d do anything for him. Colt was great, but Reiner had a hold on you. You refused to shake it out of your mind. If Reiner wanted to make you his mate, you’d let him.

“I’ll protect you, sweet bull. No one is taking you anywhere.”

You reached up and cupped his rugged face. He let out a deep sigh and nudged your hand open more. You threw caution to the wind and guided his mouth to yours. He huffed, fanning his breath across your face before you swallowed it in a deep kiss. Those soft, plump lips you daydreamed about were finally yours and they felt better than you imagined.

Reiner bleated in surprise, and you swallowed that too. He didn’t quite understand what was happening until he realized he liked whatever this sensation was. He fluttered his eyes closed because that felt like the right thing to do.

Your kiss made heat rise from his legs to the base of his spine, causing all his hair to bristle. He flicked his tail and stumbled with you still connected to his mouth. His back hit the mountain of hay and his big hands settled comfortably on your hips. Your tongue prodded and swiped at his lips. Reiner seemed to understand because he allowed you entry. He tasted like a combination of mint, fennel seeds, and cloves. Your mind shifted between thoughts of warm, soothing tea and licorice or cinnamon candy. The moment he started mimicking your play with his own tongue, however, your thoughts vanished.

Reiner pulled a low moan from your throat as he shyly swirled his tongue around yours. His timid passes made you want to giggle as he crept in to explore your mouth. You felt his fingers dig into your skin, pressing hard enough to raise bruises on your tender flesh.

His eyes snapped open when he finally caught the smell of your arousal. He rumbled out something as you made out. A warning, but you didn’t care. Let him fuck you. Let him take what he wanted. Let him breed you if he damn well pleased!

You kissed him harder and let your body fall into his while your hands snaked through his golden hair. You were careful to avoid his horns as you threaded your fingers deeply toward his scalp. He squirmed beneath you as you dragged your nails over his skin, and you imagined he was hard by now. You wanted to see it for yourself, so you gently retreated from his mouth, leaving a nice string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment.

Reiner stared at you with flared nostrils and dark, dilated eyes. You rolled off him and looked down to see his cock rising from his sheath. It was so red and angry with a strange fleshy ring a quarter way down the length. You fucking wanted it badly. You wanted him. You needed him to fuck you stupid in this goddamn hay pile.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you with hungry eyes. He wanted to pounce on you and yet he refrained. You wondered why. Perhaps he awaited your permission.

You determined that was certainly the case. He trembled and fought his rut back for your sake. He truly was a good-mannered bull. At least towards you.

Reiner bared his teeth and looked away while mumbling to himself that he needed to calm down. He went to get up, but you stopped him before he could raise his back off the hay pile. “Let go, Reiner. Let go and take me for yourself.”

Those were the last coherent words to come from your mouth. He gazed into your eyes for a moment to make sure you were completely sure. Reiner understood having relations with you was a risky matter. He was careful to conceal his intelligence until he met you.

You, with your sparkling smile and honeyed words. You, who looked angelic in any lighting. He found joy in the things you made and the good food you gave him. You…who looked at him the same way he did you.

He let the rut take over.

Feral was an understatement when describing Reiner’s next actions. He launched himself from his position and shredded your clothes. You gasped in surprise at the sudden chill, but he didn’t stop to check on you now. He fixated those dilated eyes on one thing and one thing only, despite looking at nothing at all.

Mate. Mate! Mate! You swore you could hear his instincts chanting away as he flipped you over and pulled your ass and leaking cunt into the air. You were mentally ready for him to do whatever he pleased with your body.

He stalled, and you imagined he was a bit confused. Your anatomy was different compared to what he was used to copulating with. You looked back over your shoulder to check and found him in a daze. He pumped his length vigorously while inhaling the scent of your sex like a drug. His eyes closed slowly, and you realized he was imprinting your scent into his very being.

It was something unique to hybrids and considered a bonding ritual like no other. You’d be inseparable from now on and his breeding days for profit were undoubtedly done. A paired hybrid does not stray from its chosen mate.

You quivered when you felt his breath fan across your opening. Those big, powerful hands grasped your hips, and you moaned like an overstimulated whore when his tongue lapped at your silky folds. He slurped and swirled his tongue, which was way bigger than yours. He could’ve easily dominated you while you kissed, but kissing was something foreign to him. Licking your cunt was part of his mating and imprinting process. There was nothing timid about the way his tongue moved now.

He buried his nose in your ass while he tongue fucked your clenching cunt. It was such a fucking strange feeling. You wanted to crawl away from him. You refrained because he had such a firm hold on your body and you didn’t want him to stop licking you, either. If he were a normal man, you’d call him a pervert and fight to get away. It wasn’t a kink you cared to indulge in but, this was a unique situation.

Reiner fucked as beasts did. Inhaling and tasting scents, savoring all of it while preparing you to receive him as nature intended. He made sure his seed wouldn’t go to waste by confirming your fertile status. Something about his primal ritual made you so fucking turned on.

A shaky sigh followed an earthly groan as it rumbled from your nethers to your core. You tried to brace yourself as he worked you, unknowingly to him, to your first orgasm. He moved from lapping at your cunt to tasting your ass. He whimpered while swirling his tongue inside your puckered hole like the desperate bull he was. Honestly, you prayed he wouldn’t try to fuck you anally. You had a feeling that wasn’t his goal. This was just part of him knowing you, all of you.

He went back to lapping lewdly at your cunt. His tongue brushed over your clit, and you whined out his name. He growled as if satisfied by the sweet sound of your cry and teased it again to see if you’d react the same way. Another call of his name tumbles from your quivering lips and he barrages your clit with powerful flicks and tongue-tip presses.

Tears stream down your face from the overwhelming stimulation and you cum hard. Your juices surge out, surprising him in such a way that he’s left scrambling to catch and drink it all clumsily. He rumbles out a deep groan as your natural flavor washes over his greedy tongue. His eyes roll back into his head, but you don't see it. You don’t see his angry cock oozing strings of thick, pearly pre. You don’t see it bobbing with his lust drenched heartbeat.

Reiner is left gasping and conflicted. He’s desperate to taste more of your cum, but the need to fuck you dominated his mind. His balls were so fat and swollen from being denied yesterday. You couldn’t fit the pair of them in your hands even if you tried. It hurt, and he needed a release.

His tip pressed against your cervix, and you yelped. Reiner grunted and repositioned to angle his head upward to carve out a proper space for his fat cock once he started thrusting. His medial ring slipped into your stretched hole next. Eventually, your belly gave way to him as he sheathed himself inside you entirely. He stuffed you full of pulsing hybrid cock and it was so fucking painful. You begged for pleasure to take you into a euphoric stupor so you could erase this agonizing feeling from your body.

Reiner’s instincts decided for him. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you thought about the day you saw him breed that cow. It stood still as he mounted it and you did the same as he lined himself up to your tenderized hole. You thought of him ravaging you, and you taking all of him so easily, but it was about to hurt like hell.

It didn’t matter how much he licked your little cunt. It didn’t matter that your tunnel was sopping wet from cumming. It certainly didn’t make a fuck’s worth of difference that globs of slick, milky pre coated his dick. He was bigger than any human being, but oh fuck! You’d stretch for him. Through the tears, you would force yourself down his length. You swore to the heavens your ass would press up against his furry abdomen and that those fat fucking swinging balls would slap your clit while he fucked his offspring into you. You’d be his baby producing cum dumpster alright. Whatever Reiner wanted; he’d have it.

Your pep-talk became ash when his thick head pressed against your lips. He nudged himself further, parting your folds beautifully like pink, cascading curtains. He slipped his scorching tip inside, penetrating your ring of muscles for the first time. His heat soothed you as he retreated and reentered multiple times. He made you feel like a virgin, all tight and untouched by sin. In your mind, he was teasing you, but Reiner was attempting to gradually stretch your hole to accommodate him better.

Your hands clenched into fists, and you bared your grit teeth as he finally passed his cockhead through completely. Your entry clenched just beneath his flared edge, holding him in place. He groaned, tossing his head back from the snug feeling of your fleshy vice.

Your cunt pulled at his head, wanting it to come further inside despite his size. Your body milked and stimulated the many nerves on his tip with each involuntary squeeze. He wanted to bellow and trumpet his mating call, but he swallowed it down. If he announced to the world he was fucking you, he’d give away his hiding spot to the men looking for him. He also refused to put you in further danger. No one would touch his little mate.

You belonged to him, and soon, your womb would be occupied with his baby. You were still ripe to receive. That thought alone made him grow impatient. He needed to fill you so his seed would take as soon as possible. The window of fertility was short for humans, and he could smell his opportunity slipping away.

He pushed his length in deeper, causing you to cry out and writhe beneath him. You felt flesh split. Blood trickled from your overly stretched and stuffed entrance as he forced himself into your depths. Pleasure had to come eventually. That’s what you told yourself as you screwed your eyes shut and sobbed from the pain.

“T-tight,” Reiner rumbled. “So tight!”

Reiner’s thighs trembled as he stayed still for a moment. You heard him gasping as if entering you took his breath away. The audacity of him, honestly. He wasn’t used to fucking into such tight, restrictive spaces, but you were the one taking all his oversized girth in your tiny, pocket-sized pussy. Despite this, you were goddamn determined to acclimate to his size so he could fuck you whenever he wanted.

“Fuck me, Reiner,” you ordered with a staggered breath. “Fuck your mate and let me take your cum.”

His first real thrust made you choke on your words. Those strong, fuzzy thighs sounded muffled as they struck your bare skin. His fingers dug into your hips, and you became Reiner’s fucked out little fleshlight. Your tongue lulled out of your mouth and your eyes disappeared into the back of your head as he put all his weight into railing you. You’ve never felt so full in your entire life!

Before you knew it, he lifted your legs off the ground. One of his hooves planted itself firmly next to your full extended arms. You were in the lewdest wheelbarrow position ever, skewered on a big, meaty bullman cock.

You could’ve dangled there like a lifeless doll if you wanted. He had a good hold on you as he rutted and formed his perfect fuckhole from your body. It gladly gave way for his dick during each thrust. Your mind was elsewhere in some fucked out dimension as he jackhammered you into rapturous oblivion. He would undoubtedly arrange your guts after he finished claiming you tonight.

Reiner’s rhythm was primal, and his deep, animalistic grunts matched his hunched over state. His balls beat against your clit. He speared himself so deep inside you that your belly bulged with every forward thrust. He looked like a dumb beast happily fucking away its natural arousal brought on by a bitch in heat. That’s exactly what you were. A bitch in heat. The sloppy, lewd noise from your cunt made that terribly obvious as he happily chased his orgasamic high within your abused cunt.

An unfamiliar sensation took over in your tunnel. The medial ring on his cock expanded. You shifted slightly, and he strengthened his hold on you. Perhaps he was afraid you would try to get away while he was close to his climax.

He put all his weight on his firmly planted hoof when he no longer could thrust. You were numb to the pain you should’ve felt as he rammed his tip against your cervix and knotted inside you.

He whimpered before letting out a staggered bellow. Reiner pulled so tightly against his body that you felt his abs flex and tense along your back. His balls jumped between your thighs, and you felt a surge of cum spurt inside you, coating your tunnel instantly.

It was searing hot, but it did little to soothe your belly as it expanded from his load. You felt it splash into your womb and you knew his seed would surely take root. The rest of his cum overflowed from your conjoined sexes, down to the back of your thighs.

Your vision became hazy. He pumped you beyond full as your world faded to black. You never thought someone, or something would fuck you until you were unconscious. Honestly, you’d do it all over again until he was satisfied, and you were properly fertilized.

Sometime later, your lashes fluttered softly over your cheeks as you finally stirred. You opened your eyes about halfway and realized your barn was pitch black. Was it night already?

You smelled a combination of hay, sex and… was that pine? Why did you smell pine straw? Heavy, rhythmic breathing distracted you from investigating further. That’s when you realized you were on your side, completely eclipsed by Reiner’s mighty form while he slept. You were nestled against his chest. Turns out he naturally smelt like pine.

When you shifted, he inhaled sharply. A soft questioning bleat left his mouth before he raised his head to check on you. His enormous hands pulled you closer to his warm body as if he was afraid, he’d lose you. He was being so tender that it melted your heart.

“My mate,” Reiner mumbled. “My Y/N. No one else’s.”

You fell asleep in his arms again moments later. One night in the barn wouldn’t hurt.

Months passed and one night became almost permanent. Reiner remained in hiding on your property. A man hunt ignited in the town for a few weeks until it was determined that Reiner got away. Magath’s murder remained on the minds of the town’s people. You were biding your time.

The bank divided Farmer Magath’s property and put it up for sale. You went to Reiner’s willow and collect everything he had. All his creations and yours decorated the interior of the barn.

Reiner was more than happy. He got home-cooked meals every day. He enjoyed thoroughly washing and grooming. His hooves were beautifully polished, and his thick coat of hair was so silky and smooth. You cut his hair, so it wasn’t so shaggy, and you moisturized his upper body, softening his skin. You taught him how to care for his nails and brush his teeth instead of simply chewing on cloves or fennel seeds. Reiner continued to do the latter from time to time. He insisted on mimicking you despite your reassurance he didn’t need to change or conform to your ways. You taught him how to talk and read because he asked. He soaked everything up like a sponge.

Life was good, but it wasn’t without trouble. Colt continued to visit. You didn’t mind, but you also didn’t want him to become suspicious. Of course, three months later, when your belly began to grow, you realized things were about to get more difficult.

Reiner confirmed you were pregnant well before your body made you aware. He could sense it and was happy to tell you while holding you protectively close one morning. His big hand cupped your tummy, and he propped himself on his elbow just to watch you sleep. He gazed down at you like you were the most beautiful creature on earth. To him, you absolutely were, and you were carrying his little one.

“Good morning, Rei,” you muttered without opening your eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmm, always with you.”

He leaned closer, careful not to catch you with his horns, and nuzzled the side of your neck. He planted gentle kisses all the way to your jawline. His warm breath graced your skin and pricked goosebumps across your body.

“Want to mate,” he mumbled. “Gentle and slow, like you show me. Felt good but…”

“But?”

He lifted his away before answering you. “Too much for your tiny body. Might endanger the baby even if slow."

You opened your eyes after that comment and found him staring lovingly at your stomach. Anxiety flooded over you and vanished just as quickly as you watched him. He was such a big brutish bull with an intimidating presence, but the soft expression on his face made you express a lover’s sigh. He could be delicate just as easily as he could remove an entire tree, roots and all, with his strength.

Reiner would be a good father. You knew it based on how he cared for you. The reason he tried so hard to acclimate to your way of life was so you wouldn’t regret your decision to let him sow his seed. It was crystal clear that he loved you.

When Colt visited you, he knew something was up. You distanced yourself from him and curved his advances. When your stomach showed and he put two and two together, he experienced heartbreak.

As you finished up dinner to take for you and Reiner one evening, Colt knocked on your door. You answered and saw his red, puffy eyes first.

“Colt…”

He smiled wearily, grateful for your concern. “Hey, sorry you must see me like this. Y/N, this…is embarrassing and I blame myself entirely for not asking you about your relationship status before developing feelings. I just wanted to come congratulate you. I did not know you were involved with someone, and I feel like an idiot. I just never saw someone besides you at the cottage. I assumed you were single.”

You wanted to be honest with him and tell Colt about Reiner. He listened to you theorize about the accident about Farmer Magath with an open mind. He verified that the new bull bought before his death was unruly and previously killed its prior handler.

You learned that the worst of Colt’s injury came from transporting the new bull. Reiner ended up spooking his horse, and Colt fell off. His knee was dislocated, and he had a torn tendon. He never blamed Reiner for what happened. He also didn’t know Reiner scared his horse on purpose because he flirted with you the previous day. You kept that knowledge to yourself.

“Y/N, I don’t mean to pry but, can you tell me what he’s like?”

“Who?” you inquired.

“The person you’re with,” he replied. “The father to your child. I just…want to know if he’s good to you.”

His words touched your heart. Colt loved you. He’d do damn near anything for you. If you told him right here and now that you’d be raising the child alone, he’d pledge himself to you. He was such a pure man. You owed him the truth.

“Colt, come inside. I need to have a serious conversation with you."

He took one look at your face and moved with purpose. He sat down at the table, and you brought him fresh hot tea and biscuits. You told Colt everything about you and Reiner. He understood then why Reiner was pissed at the fence that day. He also realized you were telling him all this because...

“It’s his baby. I love him and he returns my love beautifully.”

Colt took it all in and sighed. He gave you another weary smile again. “I knew he was in your barn that day and I kept my mouth shut. I saw you walking with him and giving him food several times. I made sure no one ever saw you two. Y/N, I love you.... I love you enough to protect you and Reiner."

Your eyes shined with tears as he reached over and took your hand. “Please tell me you’ve seen a doctor. You need to make sure you’re healthy.”

“No... I was afraid to. I didn’t know how to come out and say-“

Suddenly, he jolted up and clenched his fist with purpose. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you! You need to see someone to make sure you and the baby are well. If people ask, tell them the child is mine. They won’t know who the father is until the child is born. By then, we’ll get you and Reiner somewhere safe, okay?”

“Colt...why would you -“

“I love you, that’s why,” he said firmly. “I’m not trying to make you choose Reiner or me. We don’t have to be romantically involved with me to show you how much I care about you. Yeah, I’m experiencing a little grief, but I can deal with that later. Right now, you and Reiner need help. I’m not abandoning you.”

He shushed you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “We’ll get through this, alright? I promise.”

You don’t know what compelled you to stand up and launch yourself into his arms, but you did. He held you tightly and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, Colt. Thank you so much. I’m so glad to have met you.”

“Sorry I’m late Reiner.”

After Colt left, you gathered dinner and went to the barn. Reiner greeted you the minute you opened the door. He looked worried and like he was ready to come find you.

He grunted and placed his hand on the middle of your back to guide you inside. He closed the barn door and flared his nostrils. You had a scent on you he recognized...and he didn’t like it one bit.

You prepared your spot at the table. He sat across from you on the ground. You felt his gaze settle on you and you couldn’t help but to glance up.

“Colt?” he questioned bitterly.

You sighed and smiled. “He visited for a while and he’s why I’m late.”

Reiner’s eyes darkened. “Colt touch Y/N?”

“Not like that,” you replied. “He knows about you, Reiner. He knows I’m carrying your child. He wants to help us.”

Reiner listened and relaxed his jaw. His shoulders lowered eventually, and he huffed. “Help how? You trust him? No tricks?”

You explained everything to Reiner. By the end, he rubbed his chin in thought. You ate and left him to his thoughts so he could properly process everything.

“You like Colt?” he finally asked after he let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Good human mate, yes?”

“What ...what are you asking, Reiner?”

“Don’t want Y/N to feel trapped,” he mumbled.

“I don’t feel trapped,” you reassured. “Colt is a good guy and, in the beginning, I thought about him when I was trying to push you out of my mind. I don’t see him the way I see you. I’m yours and I regret nothing. Besides, it’s not like I can back out now.” You rested your hand on your stomach. “I wouldn’t if I could. That’s that.”

Reiner straightened his back and held his head up pridefully. His tail flicked, showing excitement. “Happy you love being mine. Never make you regret choices. We trust Colt and we go to a safe place. Grow our family and live good lives.”

You smiled and thought about the dream you had before Colt came by. Maybe that’s what encouraged you to open up to him. You were great at making your dreams come true. After all, a dream fueled your desire to buy this property. You made it happen and you could damn well do it again for Reiner.

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[vainilla-milk]

Flufftober Day 5 - Domestic life

pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem! Reader

tags: canon universe, MANGA SPOILERS, marriage, hurt/comfort, a little corny

wordcount: 1.4k

Reiner doesn't remember when he started sleeping well, feeling safe, feeling good about himself. The only certainty he has is that it all started after he met you.

Marley and Paradis' war consumed him and wore out much of his life, from his childhood until he became a young adult. At first, Reiner could not adjust to his new reality after the rumble.

Clearly everyone was having a hard time starting from scratch, but for someone who had served as a weapon of war since childhood, it was much more complicated.

He recalls that he felt he had no purpose, even again he had begun to appear to be something he was not.

He was damaged, and the end of the war began to give him time to introspect. Damn, he really hated it when his mind decided to make him think during the nights.

He was falling into a deep pit and felt suffocated. 

One day, after finishing those grueling hero tours of the world, he ran into you while walking to where he was staying. 

That day marked a real before and after in his life.

He never thought he would end up married to you, but fate has always played unexpected tricks on him.

First it gave him the armored titan, then the right to a long life, now, who Reiner faithfully believes to be the love of his life.

You.

When Reiner began to realize that he really enjoyed sleeping, it was when you woke up next to him, maybe even before.

He remembers those nights of introspection, where his brain made him think that maybe, just maybe, he was falling in love. The famous butterflies he heard so much about had finally appeared inside him.

I could say that he started sleeping pretty well when he fell in love with you. 

Remember also that cooking stopped being tedious and dreary, because sharing the habit of cooking with you even got him back into good eating habits. 

Of course, Reiner's mornings were his favorite time of day. He would wake up and love to realize he slept well, but more he loved to feel you snuggled in his arms.

The best feeling he could ever feel in his life.

"Good morning" you say sleepily to him, you stir in his embrace. Your favorite place to sleep. 

You feel lips resting on your forehead, unconsciously you smile.

Reiner begins to stroke your back, enjoying every moment.

After you were both fully awake and the morning cuddling was over, breakfast followed. 

You were the reason Reiner was able to reconcile his eating habits and his relationship with the kitchen, so breakfast became one of the most important moments for him since he married you. 

It was nice to be sitting next to you, both enjoying your coffees or teas, eating a delicious plate of fruit, toast or those delicious pancakes that Reiner had never tasted until the war ended. 

Sometimes he lives with you in an intimate and serene silence, other times they talk in a relaxed way. Without the need to hide anything or make appearances.

In the dusty memories that Reiner does not like to recall, there is the constant of having lived locked up in a dreary and cold house confined in a grayish city and deprived of happiness. 

Now, he walks in a small garden full of life in his own house made of wood. It is not very big or ostentatious, but it has everything he needs. It is warm, cozy and vibrant.

The hands he once used to get blood on his hands now weed the soil and prepare it for planting a fruit tree. Reiner snorts and wipes the sweat from his brow, he has been since early morning working in the garden.

His head turns looking for your figure, you have your back to him pruning the rose bush. He can't help but smile, he simply feels too much peace at being aware of the direction his life has taken.

His body slightly crippled from having been bent over for so long, he stands up, stretches a little and approaches you. 

"Let's go to lunch" he surprises you with a kiss on your temple, his hand encircles you and ends up on your belly which he caresses causing you to tingle slightly at the softness with which his fingers run over you. 

You smile and turn around to give him a short kiss on the lips. "I'm coming after you"

Reiner spreads his lips and turns around walking into his house, that cozy house he could firmly call home. He grooms himself wiping off his sweat and changing his clothes, then heads to the kitchen. He feels excitement every time it's his turn to prepare and serve lunch.

You appear behind him as he takes care of the dishes while you take care of the silverware and set the table in the dining room.

The two of you make a great team. 

Then a few minutes later you are sitting around, chatting about the progress your garden is making. Reiner feels his chest swell with love, he still can't get used to this. 

Is it real? 

"I love you" he hears, the words echoed in his mind. His mouth closes and silence hangs over you. 

His amber eyes and decorated with the wrinkles that age and war gave him rest on yours. He cannot read your face well, nor does he feel able to formulate a sentence. His heart begins to race.

"I love you, Reiner" you repeat. Your face smiles with a melancholic expression, after a few seconds of keeping your gaze on your husband you move your chair closer to be even closer to him. Your two hands rest on the hand that Reiner had resting on the table. You caress it and look closely at his wedding ring, the one that binds him to you.

Reiner watches your movements and gestures closely, not realizing that he has been holding his breath.

"Maybe I wasn't in a war like you, nor did I see people die" you continue with your crestfallen gaze on the wedding ring on Reiner's hand. Your voice seems almost whispery. "I didn't go through any of that, definitely. But... I was hurt, too much. I know you were just as hurt as I was"

Your breathing feels shaky, but you still continue. You finally turn your eyes to the man in front of you, you know he's nervous. You smile sweetly at him.

"I started to heal when I found you. I started to be happy" you finish.

There was a time before where Reiner only felt the weight of his crimes, of having murdered people, of failing to protect. Of snatching and being snatched.

It has been years of being tormented by those regrets and ghosts, but now, he experiences something new. You were the first person who filled him with sincere love, the first one who listened to him without judging him. You embraced him and took him out of that dark room in which he was trapped. 

Now, he is becoming aware that he did the same with you without realizing it. He was the first to love you with sincerity, he listened to you without judging you, he embraced you and protected you from that darkness that haunted you for so many years. 

"I love you" you say again. Your hand clings to his.

Reiner feels a tear slide down his cheek, your eyes are crystal clear as well. His hand momentarily releases from yours and then he takes it in both of his. He gently brings it to his lips and kisses your knuckles, caressing the back of your hand with his thumbs. 

His face lifts up into yours, he smiles at you and finally moves closer to you.

Your mouths meet and you kiss slowly letting your emotions flow. 

"I love you, you can't even imagine how much" he answers you. 

You both laugh knowingly before kissing again. Your eyes begin to swell after a few stray tears. 

It's real. 

The two of you finish your sentimental lunch, clean up and tidy up. You have the afternoon off. 

Reiner is sitting on the long sofa in the living room, reading a book, a habit he picked up not long ago. The sunlight filters through the window, giving it a pleasant illumination. On one side of him is you, semi reclining on the sofa and leaning against his chest. His arm is around you and keeps you tight against him, he has become accustomed to having you leaning against him, so the discomfort after a long time is less frequent.

You take your nap peacefully wrapped in your husband's arm. 

And Reiner is simply happy.

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[levmada]

Congrats on 1k! Can I request a canon verse fic with Reiner and the prompt "I haven't laughed like this in a long time", please?

i most certainly did not listen to no surprises by radiohead on repeat while i wrote this! thank u for requesting i did not cry while writing it either<33

content/warnings: mid-timeskip, Soldier!Reader, Reiner is a sweetie ok, implied depression

wc: ~.6k

When you finally managed to scrounge up some time from your military duties to go see Reiner, you were surprised to see his little cousin whip open the front door instead.

Gabi whips open the door, and shouts your name with glee. "You finally got time off!?"

"In the middle of a war?" you laugh. "Barely. It's good to see you, but is um, Reiner around...?"

You worry she might get the wrong idea, that you're here for only Reiner, but truth be told he's a big reason. It's not just that you two have spent too much time exchanging nothing but letters: you don't think he's been doing well lately.

Gabi's lips part. "As a matter a' fact, he is! Follow me."

Her voice turns hushed after you pass by Reiner's mother, and ascend the stairs. They whine underneath your steps.

"Truthfully? I dunno if he's been doing okay. He's kinda..."

"Distant?" you finish.

Gabi turns uncharacteristically solemn. "Yeah. That."

At the start of the hallway, Gabi shoots you a thumbs-up before bounding back down the stairs with that same little smile she always wears, the bob holding her hair bouncing along.

That's some important info. You store it for later and knock.

"Reiner?" you call when you hear only a soft shuffling. "It's me."

The door pinches open, but just slightly. His voice is like gravel. "This is uh, a surprise."

"Is it?" you quip. "I've been trying to get time off for a while, but I guess I could—"

"No!" he exclaims, then quickly collects himself. "D-Don't go."

The door gently whines open to a disheveled Reiner, skinnier than the last time you saw him, dressed in his bedclothes.

"I've missed you," he says.

You decide not to ask how he's doing at the last second. Both your suspicions and Gabi were right that he's been suffering through something horrible, yet invisible. No question, it has to do with that island.

You want to talk about it, to understand. But Reiner doesn't seem in the mood for that.

"I've missed you, too," you reply, stepping forward and bringing him into your embrace. He tenses at first, not even moving, before his hands finally settle on the small of your back, and his shoulders droop.

"I've missed you," he says again, softer. "Too much. I'm-I'm sorry, I should've written back more."

Your tone is the same. "Don't worry, there's always the future."

He's quiet at that.

"Can I come in?" you ask, pulling away.

As if he forgot something terribly important, his hazel eyes widen, and he stammers to step back. "Right, of course. I could get you something to drink?"

"Really, it's fine," you laugh. "I have everything I need right here."

Reiner laughs at that, and follows you to the small table and chairs near his dresser, which is almost as disheveled as him.

"You're not alone." He rubs his face. "How're things in the East?"

You sigh. It's nothing surprising, really. "We're winning."

Reiner snorts, and you chuckle. It's nice to see him laughing, even if the sound is a bit rough around the edges.

You quirk a brow. "You been sleeping okay?"

"Is it that obvious?" Musing, he swipes his thumb under one eye. "Damn. Yeah, no, I... I sleep better with you," he admits quietly, head downturned. "Sorry. That's forward of me to say."

Your lips press fondly. "No weirder than holding up in your room all day, right?"

Reiner snickers, a hand sliding over his mouth. You brush it off and give him a kiss, and he grins further. A pink blush blooms across his cheeks.

Naturally, your smile grows into a grin, too.

“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time,” he chuckles. "Please. Stay."

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[aquietjune]

Reiner doesn't want to, he doesn't really feel like it, but there's no way he can win an argument against Annie right now

Fandom: Shingeki No Kyojin / Attack on Titan (manga spoilers!)

Relationships: Reiner & Annie, minor Armin/Annie

Summary:

Early in the morning, Reiner goes out to run with Annie. Set 4-6 months after the Rumbling.

CW: Depression, some vague suicidal thoughts. Written for @julybreakbingo, prompts: "Would you like to observe? You might learn something." + "Kiss my ass."

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[cptnleviackerman]

prompt 3 for my reputation event

This is how the world works / You gotta leave before you get left

author's choice is the third option for those who don't know which way to vote, or who don't know the specified characters I've narrowed it down to <3

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[chrollohearttags]

the morning after • reiner braun

mornings with your husband are always fun but the one after valentines is rather eventful!

playful banter, flashbacks to heavy smut, chubby reiner, plus size black reader, mentions of anal play/toys, breeding, squirting and other slutty tings, daddy’s used, reiner being aggravating as hell 😭

word count: 1.6K

📝: goes without saying but this is so self indulgent bc why not? I need him biblically, carnally and physically. I also need to engage in hand to hand combat with him one good time.

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the scene was a chaotic one..a messy one indeed!..

once crispy white sheets strewn about the floor, pillows tossed to the wayside. Expensive clothing with designer tags torn to shreds as they lie in a pile in the corner near the nightstand. All a result of one thing or rather..one person in particular.

“Mmm, good morning, sugar. You look beautiful—“

“Mm, good morning to you too, sir.”

two very starkly contrasting reactions from a couple who shared equal blame in this very erratic mess that was the master bedroom of your two story ranch home. You stood before the bathroom mirror, silk robe tied around your body to match the bonnet atop your head..plumpness swaying with each step underneath as you picked at your face. Examining the aftermath of last night’s wild antics. It was Valentine's Day and to say it was your most eventful yet would be a gross understatement. Dinner in the city, giant bouquets of roses, a night at the theater, lavish gifts provided by your doting husband and of course…intense, filthy love making to end the evening. You couldn’t have asked for a more ideal night. However, you had felt the effects of what transpired and saw them too.

“What’s with the grumpy face? Why do you sound like that?” The thick country accent spouted before it was quickly overcome with loud cackling as he doubled over into the sheets. The doting husband in question was none other than Reiner Braun. Retired NFL star turned rancher and the source of your early morning headache. That was the beauty of marriage. Having that one person you could not live without but definitely could use a day or two of break away from them! And this man was no exception to the rule. “I don’t know, you tell me! You must know since you’re laughing so damn hard.” Already, he had worked you into a tizzy and you hadn’t been awake more than ten minutes at this point. Getting up to relieve yourself and examine the damage he had done. You had lash extensions that had seemed to sweat out, a slight indentation in your neck from the collar you so quickly allowed him to place around your neck and your hair? God only knew what bird’s nest was underneath this bonnet. You could’ve killed him for his little cacklefest and making light of your very distressed condition. But truthfully, you had no one else to blame but yourself. Truth was, you two brought out the absolute worst in one another. Not by way of toxic behaviors or tumultuous fights but your filthy desires. Things that you would’ve never tried or even thought of prior to meeting each other in the bedroom, all manifested once you were together. Sexual fantasies beyond anyone’s comprehension and your dirtiest secrets all shared right here. You let it all happen and consequences be damned. Enjoying each other in such carnal ways, often led to things like this transpiring and Reiner found it more and more amusing each time.

“Just pull it off, I’m sure it’s not that bad. I bet you look adorable.” “Oh, kiss my ass, Reiner! You know my hair is messed up and you’re to blame.” Shouting at your husband as he tried to conceal his laughter behind a pillow because he had already caught a glimpse of your very altered state and decided to commentate the occasion with a photo of you all disheveled; hair tousled like that of a rooster, one breast dangling from your tank top and drool coming from your mouth as you slept set to his Lock Screen..needless to say, you were not moved! “Oh it’s defintely fucked up. But ya’ look so cute! And your tits?..look amazing.” Which was of little consolation to you! But just how had this insane night come to pass? Well, you guys could only attribute it to one thing..

flashback: the night before

“Right there, baby? C’mon..moan for me.”

“Yes! Right there, take it! Fuck..”

loud, rambunctious movements sounded off from beyond the walls of your bedroom. The heavy headboard smacking against the wall as your husband’s rough hands grasped at it for leverage. Holding himself steady as he slammed into you repeatedly. Consistently deep yet sporadic thrusts filled your core with no plans to cease anytime soon. Sweat beaded from your forehead and your makeup coursed down your face like that of a stream as it melted off from the intense session. That thick, burly frame stood over your own..perspiring as well but still as energized as ever and determined to put you through this mattress! In his opposite hand, he brandished a pink leash to match the collar tied around your throat and tugged tighter to keep you reigned in. His own gift for the occasion. Along with that skin tight, latex lingerie you were sporting. Thrashing you around on his cock with brute force but you didn’t complain and in fact, begged him relentlessly for more!

“Give me that fucking pussy..open it up—thereee ya’ go.”

nodding and gliding his tongue across his lips as you placed those long acrylics to your asscheeks and spread yourself open for more working room and his viewing pleasure!…exposing that bejeweled, heart shaped plug that your other hole was sucking on at the moment. Fluttering with each thrust as those creamy strings leaked down onto it. He couldn’t get enough and neither could you, quite honestly. It felt incredible and Reiner was going to spend all night if he had to..making certain that you were well fucked and satisfied. Even if you had to crawl the next morning. Tugging that collar once more, he’d prompt you to open your mouth before filling it with spit and demanding that you rub it on your center. “That’s right, look at me when you rub that clit, sweetheart. I wanna see your pretty face when you come on this dick.” Watching and listening to you writhe and whine as you worked yourself into yet another orgasm. “I’m gonna come, daddy! Please…keep—fucking me, just like that. Just like that!” Your leg trembled whilst it dangled over his shoulder blade. Being laced with soft kisses on both your ankle and instep. His lips curled into a maniacal smile as he watched his dumb, fucked out little slut work herself into another climax. Having come a total of three times already. Once by his fingers in the living room, for a second time when he ate your pussy until tears dripped down your face and for a third now.

“T-take some ou—“ “Not a fucking chance, baby. If you wanna squirt, I suggest you do it with me inside you or hold it in. Your only choice.”

he was pounding into your core, swallowed up by that overwhelming tightness that was your cunt and Reiner did not want to pull out. Having already stuffed you with one hefty load, he wanted—no, needed to give you more! More of that healthy nut that spilled down onto the sheets and your little asshole as he fucked it out of you and brought you to your peak again. He could sense the sheer desperation on your gorgeous face; heaving and crying as you pawed at his once toned six pack. Replaced by a solid yet rounder core but still just as sexy as ever. Blonde stubble grazing your cheek as he leaned down to shove his tongue into your mouth. Sloppy, nasty pecks complete with light taps to your cheek and a palm residing on your forehead as he continued drilling you. “I said come, princess. I know it’s big but you can handle it, right?” Nodding profusely to sate his desire but alas, he wasn’t finished..not by a long shot. Rubbing profusely, (y/n) released a shrill cry as you let juices splatter all over his torso. The sounds of flowing liquids going on in spurts as he pumped that squirt out of your body.

“Good girl, I knew I could depend on you.” Cackling once more as he made one more move, one that would send shockwaves throughout your body. Tugging out that plug, he’d swiftly take its place before you had time to react both mentally and physically. Whispering into your ear:

“So I’ll reward you by fucking this pretty little ass of yours. Let’s see how you take it.”

end flashback

“You’re impossible, you know that? Got me looking a fucking mess…” mumbling off to yourself and smacking your teeth as you picked at your eyes in the mirror. Even so, he was still getting his fair share of cackles from your suffering! “Nonsense, you’re beautiful, poundcake..no matter what. Nothing could change that. If it makes you feel better, you can just take the black card and whatever you need redone, just go get it.” his statement seemed so sincere but alas, it wouldn’t last long and your adorable pout soon shifted to a deadpan scowl. “Thank you, papa—“ “..yeah, it’s something about the way you slobber when you’re snoring all loud that’s just so..sexy.” Mockingly chewing at his lip and narrowing his eyes. “Please, go to hell.” Tossing a nearby roll of tissue in his direction before he shielded it with a pillow. “I can’t yet. But I can go to Krispy Kreme. You want something?” It was official, you were locked in for the long haul with this man but you wouldn’t want it any other way!

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[pocoyo-yo]

LEMON MERINGUE PIE

SUMMARY: being cowboy!reiner brauns spoiled little wife

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, fembodied!reader, black!coded reader, squirting, creampie, dirty talk, manhandling, clit slapping, breeding kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, p in v, m/f, petnames (sweet thing, darlin', mama, poundcake,and obviously daddy)

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being reiner braun meant hucking hay bales over your shoulder, petting and caring for your cattle, and going into town to sell your goods.

being reiner brauns spoiled little wife meant you never had to lift a finger— only coming home to your tired man who wanted nothing more than to bask in your sweet scent of lemons.

".. reiner," you had your arm hooked around his large bicep with a grin. ".. lemme take a ride on my baby, I bet my meringue misses me."

but that didn't mean you didn't want to lift a finger.

"ya don't have'ta, sweet thing," he glanced down at you through the shade of his cowboy hat. ".. yur a city girl at heart, don't gotta change nothin' f'me." he told you.

you pouted, "I'm aware.. you remind me all the time, but meringue is my horse— don't you remember our first ride together? you, me, meringue, and knight?"

reiner clicked his tongue, "'course I do, darlin'.. ya caught on so quickly it was like ya were a natural— I think I fell for ya then."

you unhooked your arm from his as you approached the white picket fence that connected to the stables. you could spot her from a mile away, with her pretty blonde main and brown fur that faded to white at the hooves. when you first met reiner through a family friend while you visited she immeaditely caught your eye— her mane reminded you of your blond lace front while her fur was the same shade of vrown as your skin.

"..c'mere," reiner whistled at meringue and smacked the fence as he leaned slightly over. you glanced over at him— his sleeves were rolled up on his arms, sweat beads rolling down his slightly tanned skin. ".. c'mere, meringue, mama wants ya!" he called out.

you smiled bashfully as meringue let out a sneeze and began to trot towards the fence.

"city girl or not this is my baby," you grinned as meringue stood before you and you petted her face. ".. hi pretty girl, did you miss me?"

meringue let out a grunt and you looked over at reiner who was just admiring you with a soft smile.

"what are you looking at, sir?" you teased.

he stood up straight and walk towards you, he was so tall— tall and bulky.

"my pretty lil wife, ma'am." reiner replied.

you rolled your eyes and reiner gave your ass a nice smack which earned a surprised squeal from your lips.

he had been holding back from doing that ever since he saw you come outside in those tiny jean shorts, that plaid crop top that showed off your diamond belly-button piercing and allowed your tits to spill— teasing the lace of your bra, and those brand new one inch heel cowboy boots.

"c'mon, mama," reiner leaned into your ear as meringue walked away in the other direction. your breath hitched as he pressed his crotch right up against your ass. ".. don't ya wanna go for a ride?"

being reiner brauns spoiled little wife also meant that for treating you so kindly, like the princess you are, he expects a little something in return whenever he gets hot and heavy after a hard days work.

"r— reiner! rei.. oh my goood.."

fresh out of the shower, reiner almost immeadiately had you sat on his lap— large, calloused hands clung to the fat of your hips while he pounded his fat cock into your pussy.

"yur so pretty, sweet thing," he groaned at the sight of your ass clap everytime his wet pelvis made contact with your skin. you clung at his muscular thighs while your tongue dared to stick out of your glossy lips. ".. ya can take this dick, can't ya? 'gonna let me take care of this sweet pussy?"

you dug your nails into his skin and moaned as one of his hands hooked around your waist and found your swollen clit while other squeezed on your breasts.

"c'mon fuck me back— ride my cock, yeah?" reiner panted, his lips grazing over the skin of your neck. he thrusted up into you while you attempted to grind on his dick, trying to play with yourself at the same time.

"feels s'good," you whimpered as his hot breath teased the crown of your ear. "..makin' this pussy feel so so good, daddy.."

he chuckled, cock fucking deeper into your belly— a slight bulge poking at your skin. your inner thighs were sticky and wet as your slick and his pre-cum smeared messily everytime you both make contact.

"how long we been married, darlin'?" he asked and you whimpered, the shimmer of his golden wedding band filled your vision.

".. d— daddy slow down," you mumbled, thigh muscles clenching as you began to try and match his thrusts. ".. ooh fuck— daddy! d— daddy! ..daddy!"

reiner huffed, ".. holy— take a breath.. 'nd answer me, mama.."

you gasped as reiner hooked his heavy arm under your thighs and yanked them up— practically folding you in half. you watched as his fat cock slipped out of your hole and you let out a whine before he used his freehand to guide it back into your sloppy cunt.

"we uhm," you arched your back against his chest as the curve of his cock brushed right against your g-spot. ".. r— right there! again please daddy.."

reiner groaned and raised his free hand— landing a slap over your swollen clit. you let out a yelp and clawed at his arm while your cunt squeezed tightly around him in response.

"lemme ask ya one mo' time," reiner leaned into your ear and hissed. ".. how long ya been my wife, mama?"

you felt your eyes sting with tears as his heavy hand smacked your stinging clit again, the cool metal of his wedding band adding some type of relief.

".. two," you whimpered softly— hot tears falling down your cheeks. "two years, rei.."

"mhm," he kissed at your salty tears. ".. I think it's 'bout time I made ya a real mama, ain't it?"

you sniffled, ".. 'nd make you a daddy, rei?"

reiner nodded, "yeah.. and make me a real daddy, sweet thing," he grabbed your hand and placed it over the spot in your belly where the tip of his cock poked at your skin. ".. oh fuck we'd make the prettiest lil babies, poundcake— so how 'bout it? ya gonna let daddy breed up this messy pussy?"

"yes," your toes curled at the thought of reiner emptying himself into you. you two had been careful since you met him— condom, birthcontrol, him coming outside, plan b's after almost everytime because better safe than sorry. "yes I wan' it— please breed this pussy daddy.. make me a mama please please.." you begged him.

reiner groaned and slid his freehand in between your legs to rub circles over your clit while he fuck up into you. your jaw fell agape as the only thought that filled your mind became reiner reiner reiner. your stomach churned and an immense amount of pressure filled your belly— something new, something foreign.

"daddy wait," you moaned softly, eyes rounded out as your legs began to tremble in reiners hold. ".. d— daddy somethin's not— it feels w— weird.."

"yur gonna cum, poundcake." he cooed in your ear.

"s'not that— feels like m'gonna," you let out a cry as reiner sped up his movements— every part of you wanted to run away from this feeling, the pressure was so uncomfortable. ".. oh fuck! daddy— daddy you gotta—"

you let out a shakey whimper and your toes curled as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. your eyes flickered in the back of head while you squirted all over reiners thighs and the bed sheets.

"and here I thought I married just a creamer," reiner scoffed and his tip teased at your cervix again— earning another stream of wetness which landed on your lower belly. ".. yur still not done, poundcake?"

your body slumped against reiner as he used both hands to spread your legs further apart— alowing him to sink deeper into your pussy. you were too focused on the feeling of yourself about to cum some more to be embarassed at how on display you were. pussy puffy and bruised— twitching everytime reiner sunk himself back in. the overstimulation had you unable to even form a coherent sentence.

".. fuck im 'bouta cum, mama," reiner moaned— his heavy balls slammed right against your ass. ".. ya still got more in there? go on 'nd finish up f'me then daddy will fill this tight pussy, alright?"

you slipped your hand in between your legs and flicked at your clit, shuddering, "o— oh my.."

the last of your release streamed from your pussy and onto the sheets— your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

reiner sloppily kissed your jaw and stammered, "fuck fuck.. ya done now, mama?"

you nodded shakily, "yes daddy.. please cum in me please.."

he groaned, "alright alright— daddy's got you, sweet thing."

you let out a low moan as reiner buried his face in your shoulder— whimpering into your sweaty skin. the veins in his fat cock pulsed while his balls tightened, and he pressed your body right up against his own— muscles tightening at the feeling of his cum shoot into your warm, tight pussy.

"take it all, mama," he moaned, stubble tickling your neck as he lifted his face from your shoulder. ".. take all of daddy's babies."

being reiner braun's spoiled little wife meant that finally, after getting manhandled and fucked dumb, he would treat you with most care and love he could— making sure you were doing just fine because you deserved it after making him feel so good.

you shivered as reiner let your weak legs go, and he left soft kisses on your upper back. you tried to recollect your thoughts with his softening cock inside of you.

".. I made such a mess." was the first thing you managed to mumble.

reiner sighed, "it's fine, poundcake.. I'll start a bath f'ya and clean up."

you glanced up at him and pouted, "stay with me, reiner."

he let out a small groan, "fine.. we'll bathe together— just let me get the bath started."

you reluctantly nodded and his cock slowly slid out of you. you gasped at the feeling of his cum begin to leak out of your fucked-out hole.

"that ain't good," he chuckled, thin eyebrows risen at the sight. "let's see.."

reiner scooped up what had leaked out of his cum and stuffed it back into you with his thick fingers. you let out a surprised squeak and playfully smacked his arm.

"keep them thighs closed, sweet thing," reiner layed you on the bed and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips once he got up. "and if any of it comes out you push it back in, understand?"

"yes daddy.." you teased.

"ya say that again, poundcake, and I'll right back inside that pussy before ya can blink." he warned you.

you giggled and rested your head on the pile of pillows. reiner stared at you for a moment with hooded eyes before he scratched the side of his head.

"I love you, darlin'.." reiner told you in a shy tone.

you smiled sweetly at your husband, "I love you too, reiner."

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[levisjinchuriki]

aot men at parties

eren jaeger, armin arlert, reiner braun, levi ackerman, jean kirschstein

warning: possessive aot men, fighting, mentions of nsfw content                 

                                     ✧:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

eren jaeger

-immediately announces he’s going with you as soon as you mention you’re going out tonight 

-eren continuously looks around and glares whenever he sees someone ogling at you 

-gets in his own head about how many people are staring at you, which puts him in a bad mood

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your dress is tight against your frame, leaving nothing to the imagination. eren is quick to notice the amount of eyes that follow you as you walk into the club. he walks close behind you to cover you up a bit. once you find a table to sit at, he's quick to pull you between his legs, claiming you as his. 

he isn’t upset that you look good- you’re his, afterall. he likes that he gets to brag about you and make others jealous. but eren doesn’t appreciate guys looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. you’re much more than that. 

when you make your way to the bar to get drinks he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back into him, asking your friends if they could get your drink for you. when they leave you turn in his arms and frown. he’s usually possessive at parties, but tonight he will not let you out of his sight. 

“why are you being so grumpy?”, you ask, playing with the loose strands that stick out of his messy bun. eren holds your waist and shakes his head, claiming it’s nothing. he doesn’t want to upset you while you’re trying to have a good time. “baby”, you press him.

“i’m not the only one who wants you”, he vaguely states. you understand his message and softly coo at him. 

“i’m yours aren’t i?”, you reassure, softly nibbling at his sweet spot. eren moans before you pull away, your friends joining you again with your drinks. your actions ease eren’s tension. for the rest of the night he finds himself feeling up on you, showing everyone that you’re only his. 

armin arlert

-is a sweetheart

-trusts you wholeheartedly, but doesn’t trust others. which is why he’s at the club with you.

-holds you against him the whole night, leaving kisses on your skin

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you feel warm from the few drinks you’ve already consumed. you rest your head on armin’s shoulder as he stands behind you, planting soft kisses on your shoulder, traveling up your neck and to your cheek. his arms are gently wrapped around your stomach, adding to the heat. usually your boyfriend wouldn’t be hovering over you like this, but someone already tried to smooth talk you earlier and he wasn’t trying to have that happen again.

“armin”, you pout. he’s turning you on without even realizing. 

“yes?”, he softly pulls back his lips and looks at you. his blonde bangs nearly cover his eyes, but you can see so much fondness in them as he gazes at you. he’s so pretty. without another word you reach your hand in his hair and connect your lips with his. armin is grateful that the club is so dark. even if you’re in a private section he still can’t help but blush at your lack of care for pda. 

you hum against his lips, deepening the kiss. your grip tightens on the fistful of his hair. if you were home he would’ve kept going, but you’re in public. and you’ve had a few drinks. he knows if he doesn’t stop you he’ll be dragged to the bathroom so you could have your way with him. or you’ll take him right here in your section if you’re desperate enough. 

armin nervously laughs against your lips and pulls away. “i think you’ve had too much to drink, honey”, he tells you kindly. you can see his flushed face. your brows furrow.

“but i want you, armin”, you whine. he laughs softly at your eagerness. 

“let’s get you home first. then you can have anything you want” he promises

reiner braun

-very possessive

-won’t leave your side for a second 

-sits in the booth and brings you into his lap, ignoring your protests

-already horny, doesn’t need to get in a fight cause a guy can’t keep his hands to himself

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reiner is a different type of possessive. more than a few times he’s gotten into fist fights in your defense. it’s not your fault that guys don’t get the hint when you tell them you have a boyfriend. he’s already gotten off with a warning tonight, shoving a drunk guy out of the bar because he got too close to you. you scold him as you both walk through the crowded venue. you’re grateful for his actions, but embarrassed by his short temper. 

when reiner finds a booth for you to sit in he doesn’t waste time in bringing you into his lap. you’re sat right on his crotch, not oblivious to the fact that he was already hard under his pants. seeing you in your outfit made him horny and the adrenaline of the incident from earlier didn’t help. 

reiner can barely keep his hands to himself all night. it’s too easy to reach into your skirt and touch you, which you’re failing to keep him from doing. your petite hands grab into his large wrist, attempting him to stop his actions as he reaches his hand further and further up. 

“babe, stop. what if someone sees?”, your cheeks burn as you whisper to him. reiner’s pupils are blown out, he wants you. and he doesn’t care who’s looking.

“so what? they’ll see me pleasuring my girl”

levi ackerman 

-in a bad mood all night since he doesn’t like parties or drinking, but he hates the idea of someone trying something with you much more 

-watches you like a hawk, making sure you’re not drinking too much and ensuring you hydrate properly

-if someone tries to touch you they won’t get a chance because their wrist is already bent behind their back 

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levi doesn’t hover you as much as everyone else. he lets you be with your group of friends while he’s with his. he knows you can handle yourself, but if you’re drinking he knows you won’t be as aware of your surroundings. you’re not too far away from him, but every few moments he glances at you to make sure no one is bothering you. he doesn’t mind people coming up and talking to you, but won’t accept anything further than that. 

levi keeps his eye on a blonde man with large glasses across the bar who is constantly looking at you. you’re busy talking with your friends, not noticing him. levi waits for the man to move closer to you before he abruptly leaves his table. before the stranger has a chance to approach you with a hand low on your waist, levi bends the blonde’s wrist behind his back at an awkward angle. the man groans and curses at levi, asking what his problem is. the commotion catches your attention. you see the hard glare in levi’s eyes and you immediately know the man must’ve been up to something.

“i suggest you don’t touch my woman before you lose an arm”, he threatens coldly. the man whimpers at the position he’s in, apologizing to levi. before security comes over levi lets go of his grip, reaching for you instead. 

“let’s go”, he calmly tells you. you lace your fingers with his and quickly leave the bar, not bothering to say goodnight to your friends. on the way the drive home you thank levi by giving him kisses anywhere you can reach. you’re a bit tipsy, which is making you more affectionate than usual, but levi allows it. he tells you to sit back in your seat and wait until you get home to love on him, but you ignore him, wanting him as soon as possible.

after a few minutes of begging for levi to pull over he finally does. you’re quick to show him how grateful you are to him. 

jean kirschstein

-gets jealous easily

-can’t stand when people come up and talk to you 

-doesn’t hesitate to make it obvious you’re together

-since he’s so tall he easily intimidates other guys 

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as soon as jean leaves your table to get a drink from the bar a handsome boy with thick, dark brown hair and green eyes approaches you. he introduces himself and you politely smile at him. you look at jean who has his back turned to you as he waits for the bartender to finish your drinks. 

the boy makes small talk with you, which you’re uninterested in. sometimes you’re too nice for your own good and it’s hard for you to turn people down. while the boy is talking you try to subtly give him hints you’d rather not be. jean notices your body language as he walks back to the table. you tune the boy out as he continues to talk about himself. 

“she’s not interested”, you hear. you sigh in relief as you hear jean’s voice fill your ears. 

“here you go, baby”, he says to you softly, kissing your cheek and handing you your drink. you take it and smile appreciatively at him. the boy that was failing to talk to you scoffs, asking jean who he thinks he is. 

“her boyfriend, now get lost”, jean dismisses him. the boy looks like he wants to say something, but jean towers over him, intimidating him and making him walk away. you rest your head in your boyfriend’s chest, enjoying his comfort. 

“thank you”, your voice vibrates against him. jean kisses your head and wraps his arm around you. 

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[missmeinyourbones]

for the lover event:

“I love you. Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" with reiner 🙈

8. I LOVE YOU, AIN’T THAT THE WORT THING YOU’VE EVER HEARD? (reiner braun x reader)

for L’s lover event! based on these prompts

Reiner doesn’t like to leave the house without saying I love you. 

Call him superstitious or just a plain ol’ sap, but he physically can’t do it. It doesn't feel right, it leaves his stomach churning throughout the day and the taste of bile rising up and into his throat. It makes him dizzy and nauseous and light-headed as he shuts the door, leaving you unattended to and unloved for however long he’ll be gone for. The psychosomatic symptoms of phantom pain will gnaw away at his aching body, all because he didn't utter three little words to you before leaving. 

It’s the worst on days like today—days where you’re mad at him for some silly little mistake he’d made or forgotten reminder he’d missed. Days where he’s met with the silent treatment, ears hollow and cold as they miss your yells and whispers flooding through their canals. 

With his jacket on and bag in hand, Reiner sheepishly walks over to where you stand in the kitchen. He silently watches you turn on the coffee-maker, waiting for it to warm up and do it’s job. 

He cautiously crawls closer, pressing a feather light kiss to your temple, before taking a deep inhale and testing his luck. 

“Bye baby, I love you.”

Silence.

He sighs again, this time more deflated and disappointed. He looks over at you, eyes strained on the coffee machine as it begins to loudly spew out the dark liquid—the only sound in the house being the way it dribbles and splashes into your ceramic mug. The house faintly begins to smell of hazelnut. 

Feeling brave, he picks up a rough and calloused pointer finger and presses it into your side. While you refuse to let any noise out, your jump is inevitable.

You spare him a side glance, one that could burn holes in his dress shirt, as he (unsuccessfully) bites back a grin and pokes you once more. 

“Stop,” your voice comes out small, but aggravated nonetheless. 

Reiner decides that, today, he feels like playing with fire.

“I said I love you,” he obnoxiously repeats, as if the more he says it, the more likely you’ll repeat it. A childish tactic, he notes—but he’s willing to at least test it out. 

“Yeah, I heard you.” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you—”

“Cut it out—”

You move to lightly smack his chest, to tell him to knock it off, grow up. But if Reiner is anything, he’s strong.

His large hands are quick to grab your wrists and pull you into his frame. You feel his chest vibrate with silent laughter as you squirm in his grasp, tiny fists attempting to wrangle your way free.

But your efforts are futile. He smothers you in his grip, rocking the two of you back and forth in the middle of your hazelnut-coffee filled kitchen. It’s warm in his hold, both his musk and the scent of the beverage filling your senses as you settle down in his embrace. 

“I love you,” he repeats softly this time, “Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

You grumble into his side, cranky and defeated, “It’s up there, yeah.”

Reiner laughs audibly at your comment, a real and genuine flutter of breaths as he gently pries you from his torso and beckons your jaw up with his hand. 

“Hey, look at me,” you comply at his request.

His eyes swimming in awe as he peers down at you, and he apologizes. For what, you aren't even sure you remember anymore. You’d forgiven him the moment he walked into the kitchen, the moment you felt his eyes adorning your back. 

 “I’m sorry,” he pines. 

Your reply is honest and sincere, “It’s okay.” You let your hands delicately rub up and down his back, “Go to work, you’re gonna be late.”

He spares a glance to the clock, and you're right—but Reiner can’t find it in himself to care. Not when you're in his arms, soft and forgiving and still sleepy. Truthfully, he’d forgotten that he was even on his way to work in the first place.

“I love you,” he dreamily sighs into your mouth, leaning in to kiss you for the first time this morning. 

You indulge him, letting him properly greet you since you had denied him the privilege when he first woke up. You snicker slightly and push him away once you feel his tongue prodding at the entrance of your lips. 

“Enough with that,” you mumble as immediately leans back in, “I already forgave you.”

“Not until you say it back,” he’s persistent, adamant, annoying, and yours. 

“I love you too, now go away.”

Walking from the entry way of your house and to the driveway where his car sits parked, Reiner beams—far too bright for 8:30 in the morning, for someone who woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

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[jujubean90]

Word Count: 16650

Genre/ Tropes/ Aesthetic: Long as fuck reads, M x F relationship, Reader insert, Reiner x Female Reader, Fluff, Smutt, Angst, Reader knows Reiner's identity. Eren Yeager has an interest in reader.

General Warnings: The following story is NSFW. MINORS DNI. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember, I’m hella dyslexic.

Trigger Warnings/ Kinks: Mentions of rape (Reiner doesn't commit this act), BREEDING, oral, pregnancy, fingering, possessiveness, alpha male behavior (not ABO), size kink, panty thief, panty sniffing, obsessiveness, cunnilingus, blow job, large cock, rough sex, pregnancy sex, choking. Featured Characters:

Reiner Braun (Duh), Keith Shadis, Bertholdt Hoover, Connie Springer, Eren Yeager. Mentions of Jean Kirstein, Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, maybe someone else but I can't remember.

Synopsis: Your situation isn't great. You could have been executed for murder, but instead, you're thrown in with the 104th cadets. You're a late comer, but you pick up on everything fast...too fast. Reiner Braun noticed you aren't built like these other welps. You're seasoned and show no hesitation when striking down targets. Something's different about you. You obviously have secrets, plus there is this rumor circulating you are some sort of criminal. He doesn't want to be seen with you, but that changes when you come to his rescue one day. Suddenly, Reiner Braun is madly in love with you, and despite your warnings, he just won't stay away.

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