#football player!reiner

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unwrapped • r. braun

surprising your husband on his birthday turns out to be much more than you’d expect.

content warning and themes: p!rn without plot, hard dom!reiner, (retired football player rei) black!fem reader, (plus size descriptors) extremely rough sex, bondage, reader wearing butt p!ug, anal play, spit kink, throat training, heavy degradation (calls reader bitch, slut, whore), squirting, daddy kink, hair pulling, pet names, (mama, poundcake, pretty girl, papa, sweet girl), gagging, pet play, breeding kink go brr, heavy overstimulation, slapping, y’all might need a sedative after reading this.

📝: I would apologize for how filthy this is going to be but I shall not. I started this last year for Rei’s birthday but I put it off but now I’m doubling back. So happiest of birthdays to my handsome baby father. The only Leo man I’d ever give a chance.

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"So this is all for me, huh? Wow..."

it was the exact reaction that you would expect from your husband of four years..shocked, surprised and completely taken aback by your rather unique gift. For a better lack of terms. You knew him better than anyone and although he appeared intimated or not too intrigued by the sight before him, you knew his mind was churning; ablaze with extremely salacious thoughts and desires at the moment. August first..a day that he’d normally let pass without so much as a single bit of acknowledgement but tonight, you had plans to make your man’s day extra special.

Reiner Braun, although wealthy and having amassed millions as a football star during his days as a quarterback, as well as with his many business ventures nowadays, was a man of simplicity. He preferred things to be quiet, peaceful..without too much flare. Rather than lavish parties and big events, he was out working hard, assuring that his business was functioning well, even on his special day so you decided to stay at home, 'tending to other affairs'. Used to your antics, he didn’t question it too much but while he was away, you were putting together one hell of a present..one he'd soon never forget. Standing in the doorway of the foyer, a few inches taller from the Giuseppe heels on your feet and the coat that had been covering the grandiose bombshell had fallen to the floor..allowing that khaki trench coat to pool at your ankles, you’d be revealed to be sporting sexy red lingerie, akin to that of a glazed candy apple on your smooth, brown complexion. Thick thighs and ass stretching against the thin lace fabric and mere seconds from bursting out. All the more reason to rip it off! However, that wasn’t all in store..tiny nipple clamps latched on to your perky breasts, a collar laced around your throat and decorated with a heart charm. Along with a paddle sitting on the mantle.

Little did he know, more awaited him in the bedroom..that was if he exercised the restraint to not ravage you right here!

His face was flush but burning beet red and his chest was heaving pretty fast but he had to maintain his composure. “I—uh..I don’t know what to say..”

although the two of you made love many times a week, and it was a far cry from vanilla..this by far took the cake! All of this was a sudden change. You just looked so..submissive and innocent. As if you were begging to be wrecked! "Well don't just stand there and look at me, come get your present.." the words garnering a big smile from his handsome face..mumbling something underneath his breath as he stepped forward and extended his arms out to grab ahold of you. Towering above your shorter yet thicker frame, examining you..big strong hands groping your body as he sucked his teeth profusely.

"Happy birthday, papa. What do you think?"

honestly, it was hard for him to think at all right now! Seeing you so dressed up in such slutty and salacious attire, all for him. "..I think..I’m the luckiest man alive.” Garnering a slight chuckle from you both. Cupping your face between his hands, Reiner leaned down to give you a deep, searing kiss. One indicative of how hot his desire and lust for you were burning right now. But alas, there was one more stipulation to his gift..you had but only one request for your husband: "You know how you've been saying you wanted to try all of those things you saw in those videos?..well, here's your chance. I want you to treat me like your little whore tonight..do whatever you want to me."

reaching behind your back, you’d hand him the final piece of this rather interesting ensemble and that was a leash! Red, covered in latex and what he’d be using to maneuver you around at his leisure. Something he’d probably never have suggested on his lonesome. You see, Reiner was an incredibly bashful man..despite his outwardly appearance and intimidating presence, he became flustered quite quickly. You honestly thought it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. As you had done several times prior in the past, one night, the two of you were lying in bed, looking at some rather explicit videos..hoping to spice things up in the bedroom. As you’d come to discover, masturbating together became one of your favorite activities as of late. There was something about holding hands with your man as he guided you through your orgasm that made it ten times better.

However, there was one scene in particular that not only resonated with your beloved Reiner but stuck with him. As if the scene were permanently implanted in his memory. The woman, resembling your exact body type and look; a cute little lady..brown skin, thick with a little pudgy tummy, thighs that rubbed together and an ass that clapped with each movement, sporting an apron with nothing underneath as she ‘cleaned’ the house, waiting for the arrival of her doting husband. She had baked him a cake, which she’d then go on to allow him to lick off of her backside. You could visibly see his cock twitching at the sight of her. Not because he was more attracted but because she resembled you. It was only when the man arrived home, resembling Rei’s build and stature, along with his hair color did things get even more interesting. He’d then proceed to strip down, place the tie around her neck before ushering her to her knees and fucking her face. They’d wind up going rounds in that house..from the kitchen to the tall staircase to her riding him on the floor with her heels on. It was so filthy and disgusting and he couldn't stop thinking about it! Witnessing her be pounded, seeing her cry from the pleasure and get overstimulated until she couldn't spill another drop.

That night, he came so hard; twice in fact from that video alone, spilling warm, seeping nut all over his fingers..loud, lewd groans filling the room and it was then that your wheels began to churn. Reiner would never admit it, out of fear of rejection or even scaring or hurting you but he was into hardcore sex..dominating, controlling and even breaking his precious (y/n) had come across his mind constantly. Pumping you full of dick while you all but tried to push him back, pulling on your hair and neck as you begged for more, and especially being called daddy and sir..he had craved it. Practically salivating at the thought!

But now, there was no need to be afraid because you were all but throwing out the proposition. It was up to him to take it. Bringing his fingertips to your chained nipples, he'd rub them gently, garnering an adorable smile and lip biting from you.

"..whatever I want, right? Huh.."

"That's right…treat me however you want. Don’t hold back.” With that confirmation, he didn't want to waste another second unwrapping his present. Fixated on your supple breasts, Reiner groped them in his palms before shoving that tongue between your plump, red painted lips. He was completely enamored with your body and it was certain now that you wouldn't have any issue getting him to loosen up. Eventually, he'd end up shuffling you over to a nearby wall where he caressed and squeezed every inch of that perfect frame… faint moans escaping his throat whilst he continued feeding you those soft kisses. In a split second, you’d brought your hands up to undo his shirt and pants but he was quick to push them away, giving you strict instructions to place them by your side. "Don't fucking move...just let me handle it." You had never heard him speak with such a sharp, commanding tone. All but hissing the orders at you. It was so fucking sexy! So you’d do exactly that, and stood still as he moved those lips down to your neck, collarbone and eventually those perky nipples that had become his point of hyperfixation at the moment.

"Mmm...how cute.."

Intermittently flicking those clamps and chains to watch you tense up. Squeezing your thighs together, (y/n) released a very audible moan in response. Even shutting your eyes in hopes to feign off the sensation but it was of no use. It felt too good! But alas, he was merely getting started and soon, you’d come to find out just what this man was capable of when given free reign. Taking those callus fingertips, Reiner traced them even further south..finally leaving your tits, he’d make a trail down the center of your tummy; just lightly grazing the skin until he reached the elastic waistline of your panties. To which he’d make haste in shoving those digits in. Outlining the thin, lace material before sinking them inside of your warm heat. Eliciting a cry from you that in turn, made his cock thump behind the confines of those designer slacks. You’d even absentmindedly begin to rut yourself on those fingerpads.."Tell me, angel..is this really what you want? Because I don't plan on taking it easy..just so you know." You were full and well aware of that fact. Even so, you wanted him to use you to his full desire. Release every single debaucherous thought that plagued his mind onto you and let it out. Once he finished, you wanted to be broken..mind, body and spirit.

“I told you, baby..I'm your slut, do whatever you want to me. I can take it..promise.”

Hell, if anything, you just wanted him to stop all of this teasing and fuck you senseless already! Without another moment of hesitation, Reiner smirked and shoved two digits deep within that tight, quivering entrance and made certain you impaled yourself on them. Granted, this was nothing more than a mere warm up for the pounding that little pussy was about to take after all! Working them in and out, he'd make certain your head remained positioned straight forward, as he didn’t want those beautiful, brown eyes shifting anywhere except on him. Only seconds in, you had soaked his hand down to the wrist..letting those juices leak down to the Tom Ford button up and matching cuff links. You were already coming undone so he could only imagine what the remainder of the night would entail.

"Well, poundcake. Don't say I didn't give you fair warning..” mumbling into a low growl that seeped to your ears. “Because I plan on going all night..breaking this slutty little body for everything it has. That sweet cum, those pretty little moans and everything else I fucking want. My little whore, you said? From now on..you don't move, speak or breathe without my permission, understood?" This new side of him had you going crazy! Frothing all over the seat of those panties and whimpering for him like a helpless puppy. Finally, his fingering would come to an abrupt halt which left your needy cunt spasming on thin air. Once he removed them, he'd bring them up, only to shove them into your mouth roughly. “Lick them clean. Taste yourself and don’t leave a single drop.” The force of his thrashing around between your jaws causes you to emit a slight gag when he takes them to the back of your throat.

"And you answer me with only daddy or sir, got it?"

you weren’t exactly sure what was coming but all you could know for certain was that you had seemingly awoken one hell of a monster! Had you truly bitten off more than you could chew?

"Yes, daddy..."

those round doe eyes fixated on him with such an innocent glare. It was then that you’d find yourself gasping sharply as he clenched your jaw. A faint smile cracking through his lips..almost devious in a way. But just as quickly, he’d place a couple kisses atop your forehead and a few pats to your chubby cheek. "Good girl..now let's get these off." In a sudden swift movement, he'd rip that latex lingerie from your body as if it were constructed of nothing more than sheets of paper. Each article and layer falling to the flooring and pooling around you guys’ feet. Leaving you only with the corset piece, fishnets and leash around your neck. And of course those tall, clear heels. Next were his own and without so much as single care for the cost, Reiner tore the button down from his skin. Revealing those chiseled abs, all while unbuckling his pants in the process. That bulge in them had grown excessively large and honestly, he had no more restraint to tease you. He wanted some action himself! So once he freed that hard dick from its confines and bridged the gap between your bodies, he’d hoist your legs within his grasp and place your back against the wall for quick leverage, as to execute his next move. “This is gonna be fun..”

Seconds later, he was instructing you to wrap your arms around his neck for support and them around his waist. Even though he was more than culpable of supporting you with his own strength. Parting those legs, he’d expose your dripping slit and freshly waxed, fat pussy to the cool air; aligning himself with your soaking slit.

"Ooh..baby, what am I going to do with you?..."

That voice dropped to a low growl as he teased that sensitive tip against your folds. Drumming up more of that silky slick that was drooling out of that cunt. Slowly but surely, he'd ease it inside and stuff you full of that dick. The initial sensation makes you both writhe in pleasure. Before your moans could even fully escape your mouth, he'd meet them with his own and resume those deep kisses. Swarming the inside of your jaws with sloppy pecks and an exchange of saliva..even spitting into it to further lubricate. Whereas he'd be whimpering into the crook of your neck, moaning your name as a sign of pure submission, this was a whole other side to Reiner. One you had never seen but wish had awoken sooner.

"Fuck!..so good."

there was a certain intensity in his eyes, one that scared and aroused you simultaneously..fucking you into a state of trembling with only a few strokes in as you dripped down his shaft. But this angle and the way he so precisely penetrated your g-spot, you’d find yourself clawing your nails into his back whilst he impaled you on his dick. All eight and a half inches of thick girth stretching you open..akin to a piece of elastic. "That's right, you don't need to do anything else..just hold onto me and let me pound that little pussy." Your body gliding up and down the wall; jolted with every thrust and meeting his every movement. It was almost as if you were weightless within his arms. “Shit! Right there…” Your nails ripping into his shoulder blades, holding on with all the strength you had but it was of no use. He had rendered you practically useless and dumb. Nothing more than a mere flashlight for his pleasure.

"Look at you..taking this fucking dick like a good whore. You liked being fucked all rough, don't you? Answer me.”

"Yes, daddy! Give me more, please. Fuck my pussy!” Meanwhile, your little cunny could barely contain him, no matter how far he delved and how deep he pressed, it kept slipping out of that wetness. Just from those few minutes alone, those walls had been beaten sore and throbbed profusely. However, that wasn't going to stop him from fucking you senseless or making you clamp down on his shaft. Those balls rested idly against your bubbly asscheeks after slapping against them..plus,hearing you beg only further fueled his desire.

sounds of smacking skin and loud cries erupted throughout the foyer. Although he loved the noises that pretty little pussy made each time he slammed inside of it, he came to an abrupt halt. "Get on the floor, right now." Whether it was his own lack of restraint or the fact that he truly did want to take you beyond your limits today, Reiner stopped abruptly before placing you to your feet.

that long cock still erect and dripping with your juices; the tip glowing red from how sensitive it was. One hard brush and he would probably begin spurting cum. He’d stroke the shaft whilst reaching for the leash and eventually the top of your head. With an extended palm, Reiner reached over and laid a few smacks to your cheek. Instructing you to stick your tongue out and glance up at him. “Good girl..sit there on your knees until I tell you otherwise.” He needed a few seconds to decide his next move. Seeing you in such a state had his mental all fucked up. Having this much power to use you at his disposal and seeing you lose every bit of your morals just to please him made this man absolutely feral.

panting heavily, Reiner ripped the shirt off entirely. He’d then proceed to undo and coil the red necktie around his knuckles. It seemed as if his lightbulb was flashing and he had constructed a rather interesting idea. "..hands up over your head, sweetheart. Don't make me fucking wait."

Without fuss or haste, you’d raise your arms up to the wall and await his instructions. You were positioned on your knees with them spread apart to where he could visibly see that little slit drooling with slickness. That clit protruding out and waiting to be rubbed. You’d give anything to have it touched at the moment but you’d have to wait. Emitting a loud gulp, you’d hope that your lovely husband would feel compelled to somewhat tone it down and have mercy but it would seem that you had ignited quite a dormant spark inside of him. The gentle, attentive man that had always handled you with care was no more, at least for the time being. Finally, he’d retrieve that leash placed on the mantle and once he clipped it on, he’d clutch it with a vice grip. "I'm going to enjoy fucking that cute little face of yours..those lips always look so pretty wrapped around my dick. Open wide.” Tilting your head back on his command. Just seconds later, he'd lean down and spit into your quivering mouth; the sensation making you throb and melt within his grasp. That saliva trailed between your lips, down to your tongue and in turn, earned him the cutest expression with a bright smile. "Thank you, daddy."

the name causes a direct reaction from your shaft; throbbing upon hearing your voice. He couldn’t help it when you were being so gracious and eager to serve him. This was already the best birthday ever and it had only begun! Stretching those jaws, Reiner would depress your tongue with a couple fingers; as would a doctor to a patient and watch that uvula jump and the back of your mouth gape and flex as it awaited the chance to be filled. That was more than enough room and he’d waste no time in filling that empty oral cavity. “Perfect, don’t move.” With that, you’d find your empty mouth stuffed full of that swollen member. Pumped and fucked without any regard to your esophagus or breathing. Reiner would just ever so carelessly buck his hips forward as if you were nothing more than a mere sex doll. That was until you started seeping strings of clear fluid all over his shaft and tip, bringing out vibrations with your gagging and moaning. Keeping one hand on your bound wrists to keep them in place and the other on his leash, Reiner maneuvered you like a well oiled machine. Letting every liquid you emitted drip onto those marble floors. Thrusting with full force as he rutted those hips..so desperately trying to maintain his pace because you felt that damn good. Because you were not at liberty to do so, he’d alternate between his dick and those full, swollen balls; stuffing your mouth with them in exchange for jerking himself.

“That’s right. Clean me up, bitch…taste that pretty pussy and keep those eyes on me when you do it.”

he’d feed your heavy slaps to the face as his tip rested in the side of your jaw..pressing into your skin. He had zero remorse at the moment and if being used in this manner is what you wanted, he was more than happy to oblige! When his hand no longer sufficed, he’d pop that cock back into your mouth and continue relentlessly fucking your skull until that forehead pressed to his abs and you were rendered breathless. Perhaps what was most impressive to him was how you took it without so much as gagging or showing resistance. Not to mention that you battled those lashes at him while you did so. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have him spurting cum all down your throat. But he had plans to fill you up so he’d refrain. Where you were rendered unable to be vocal, Reiner certainly filled that void and let out the loudest, grovely grunts. Meanwhile, strings of saliva were pooling from the corners of your mouth and your face had a dumbed out expression..exactly as he wanted it. “It’s like you don’t even need to breathe, baby. I love you..I love how nasty you get for me..” that deep voice resonating throughout your body. But for how warm and inviting those silk like jaws felt, he was becoming rather greedy. He needed to explore more of that perfect figure…from this pretty mouth, to that dripping core and especially, that big round ass. Which had quite the surprise waiting for him. “C’mere, mama. I’m not done with you..not yet.��

reluctantly pulling out, Reiner suddenly tugged your head around with a firm grasp, returning the favor of that sloppy head with an equally messy makeout session. It was apparent by the smile on your face that you were enjoying this just as much! That’s when he’d lower your hands, untying them and command you to plant those palms to the floor, where you were made to crawl towards him. Resembling that of a cute little pup or a sexy lynx, your husband began stepping backwards before waving a finger towards you. He was leading you to the staircase, hoping to reenact that infamous scene that inspired this entire ordeal. Even then, on your hands and knees, you were enticing him. Finally, you’d find yourself stationed against those stairs, where Reiner would fling you up to the railing and raise your leg so that he could finally get inside of you. That’s when he’d find a hidden gem…literally and figuratively. A heart shaped, jeweled anal plug stuffed between those thick cheeks that were glistening with baby oil you had previously doused yourself in. Making it look even better..lighting up with excitement, Reiner would start to smirk and chuckle, spreading them apart as he watched that tight bundle of nerves flex around that metal. “Oh my gosh..” mumbling in a low growl, admiring the beautiful view. For now though, he needed some of that soaking core.

“…pretty pussy’s so fat..I know she’s wet f’r me, baby. Go ahead, bend over…” biting and licking his lips with a faint smirk. He couldn’t believe how blessed he was to have the finest woman on the planet! Balancing on those heels, (y/n) looked back whilst arching that back..bouncing in the process so that he could get a clear view of those plump lips. “Yes, just like that, baby..it looks so good.” “Thank you, daddy.” Getting more and more aroused each time you uttered that name. Placing his thumb atop that plug, he’d push it in a little further as his index teased that protruding clit, that caused you to whimper in response. “That feel good, poundcake? Ya’ like when I touch on that clit? You can answer..”

and of course, it was a given how you felt.

“Yes sir, so fucking good…please fuck me—“ but just like that, he’d halt you in your tracks by tugging on your leash and spanking your ass to silence you. “Hey, I didn't give you permission to start begging, not yet at least..” Just then, he’d place a hand in the center of your back before grabbing himself at the base and slapping that cock up against those clammy folds. He wanted to keep you waiting..punish you for your unauthorized outburst the fact was, he lacked resolve himself so seconds later..

“No…I need you to take this dick. All of it..and maybe..just maybe if you ask nicely..” you’d find yourself impaled on him and stuffed full, causing your face to go wide with shock. “I’ll let you come.” A result of both holes being filled to the brim. He didn’t even give you a chance to recuperate or adjust..he’d go full throttle. Thrusting into you once more after already abusing that little cunt once before. Needless to say, you probably wouldn’t be moving for a day or so after this but it’d be well worth it! You loved the sensation..the thrill and rush that came with being used like this. Every day could be his birthday if he treated you like this! Deep strokes made home inside of your core as his pace increased. That leg draped over the sides began to shake uncontrollably but as a way to quell you, he’d gently rub it. He was trying to have a bit of balance amid the chaos; a touch of subtlety with his rough treatment. Your body was already sore with pain and pleasure. Marked up by both his lips and hands..all signs of how obsessed he was with you. Going deeper and deeper, reaching that fated g-spot, Reiner tugged your head back and yet again spat into your mouth, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Because truthfully, he was reaching his peak. He knew the second he resumed fucking you, he’d lose his mind and rhythm. Suddenly, his thrusts would become sporadic and he’d start hammering into your spot; clapping that flesh against his pelvis and filling that million dollar mansion with raunchy noises. Getting as raw and unhinged as you two pleased. It was a private party and he’d enjoy every single second of it.

“Harder! Please..I’m so—“ although you were breaking the rules, you couldn’t help yourself as that climax grew near. You had been holding back..restraining yourself from releasing all over him but right now, you couldn’t be vexed!

“Can I come, daddy? Please, can I come for you?!”

Crying with your eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down your face. Your body was set ablaze…burning with desire and right now, he wanted to add the fuel! Spreading that ass apart, your husband kept thrusting, grinding those hips to the hilt as he buried every inch until that tip began to kiss your cervix. That aching warmth was all but stretched. However, it wouldn’t be the only orifice to be pounded into oblivion. “Since you've been so good..let it go. Right now. Come on this fucking dick..you little slut.” And the second he gave you the green light, it were as if the floodgates opened and a shower of your sweet squirt littered the porcelain steps. He had never seen a thing like it! At that moment, you couldn’t stop. Just an absolute wreck of orgasmic bliss. “F-fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck—“ banging your previously bound hands against the stairwell. There was no time to recuperate or for either of you to gather your bearings because Reiner was pulsating something fierce and there was nowhere he’d allow that seed to end up other than your womb. Only seconds later, you’d find yourself impaled again and his hard erection thrashing around inside of you.

“What? You thought we were finished? What did I say, pound cake? Not yet..” unable to even compute a reaction, you’d end frozen for a full minute..stuck from that post climatic high. He didn’t have time to wait for your recovery. Not even a full minute later, you felt the grasp on your hips tighten; nails clawing into that soft flesh as Reiner’s breath caught in the back of his throat. “Shit!—coming..FUCK!” Shouting out with all his might. It was then that hot strings of creamy semen began to pour into that needy womb. And not in the form of a few droplets..no, you were being knotted with thick ropes. Ensuring that not one drop would seep out. However, if you thought that would be enough to soothe his salacious appetite and stop him, you’d be wrong. Because he had one more opening to explore before calling it quits. Even though you looked terribly spent and hell, he was getting a little lightheaded himself, he couldn’t stop until you both collapsed. Keeping that back bent to an angle and that leg outstretched, (y/n) felt that plug be removed from your second entrance and hear the metal plop to the floor…only to find that he had..replaced it with something else. But that much was obvious when you all but collapsed from that cock stretching you open. With his face flushed red, Reiner would let out a somewhat maniacal laugh. It was apparent that he was running off of pure adrenaline and addiction. Unable to cease until he claimed every inch of it and unraveled you.

“Take it…don’t tell me that little plug was just for show now. You were getting it ready f’r me. So I could fuck every part of this little body.” Practically hissing at you whilst tugging you back into hard, sporadic strokes. He still had a bit left in the chamber, surprisingly but he wasn’t going to maintain that pace for long because you were way too tight; clutching him at every movement. Even with the help of that toy, you weren’t quite conformed to his shape. Even so, he made it his mission to conquer it and break you as he had promised. He was well on his way because now, you were full blown fucked to tears…crying and pleading for him to come in you once more. He had gotten his point across and you loved the pain far too much to want him to stop. But you knew your body couldn’t withstand this brutal fucking. “P—please..come—ahh..” letting out a shrill whimper and pathetic cries. Your nails barely even graze the wood that you had a vice grip on earlier. Despite the fact that you had initiated this, he knew you’d never know when to quit and seeing as how that spasming bundle of nerves was determined to drain him dry, he’d grant you permission one last time to let go..

“On three..together. You know what to do..”

and like that, the two of you ascended to the highest peak together. Howling to the ceiling and shrieking each other's names as you spilled another puddle and poured the remainder of that nut into you..

“F-fuck..you’re so full..so goddamn full of my nut.”

“Yes, come in this ass, daddy..thank you so much.”

reaching back to stroke the side of his face before collapsing to your knees, where you trembled violently. All a result of the insane lovemaking that had just transpired. As one final act of submission, you’d run your tongue along his thigh, swiping up any remnant of those juices you let out all over him, before sticking your tongue out like an obedient dog. How could he possibly ask for a better gift than this?! Grasping your chin, Reiner leaned down with tears of his own plaguing his hazel eyes and shoved his tongue in your mouth. As if he didn’t want to let go. “Thank you, baby..thank you for the best fucking gift ever..”

and there was no way this day could ever be outclassed for as long as he lived!

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[pinkmirth]

🤝🏾 us both simpin over football player Reiner right now. i’ve been obsessed with the idea for months now

hii indie! yes friend, I literally cannot get over the thought of footballer!reiner 😩 especially because he’s canonically a football player in the modern-day high school caste AU!

he’s got the build for it, since he’s naturally strong and sturdy. reiner braun was surely born to play quarterback. I wanna be his cute lil cheerleader, hyping him up in a mini skirt 🤭 or better yet, I’d do great at being his hot NFL wife!!!

#indie listen! this been on my mind for a hot minute too 😩 #I have like four wips about this concept alone! #wanna write about footballer reiner so bad #ty for dropping by fren! 💕 #— harmoni answers #— (moots!) #— (indie!) #football player!reiner #footballer reiner #reiner headcanons #reiner headcannons

[romiantic]

the plot

YES YES YESSSSS, MAKE IT AND TAG ME FIRST 🤞🏽

#I’m not even a reiner simp #but football players ??? #I’M HERE FOR IT 🤞🏽 #♡.love letter from…imani

[sabokunsmalia]

kind of love. college au. geto suguru x fem!reader | mdni. [18+]

pairing: college au , football player suguru geto x innocent reader (fem.) plot: the college loved their little football team. attractive boys doing risky actions to score a goal, and have an entire squad of half-naked girls cheer for them. female and male students admired those guys, envied the girls coming close to them. suguru geto was a well-known name, wandering around campus, and always in connecton with his best friend, satoru gojo. facts, you weren't even slightly interested in. not in football, not in cheerleading, and definitely not in suguru or satoru. right? warnings + tags before each chapter! author's note: i'm a heavy slut for suguru geto momentarily. like young adult geto with the short hair, and wide, high-waisted pants? he's my current obsession. i've waited ages to write this, and here it comes. hope you will somehow enjoy this little piece of my mind! ♥

F I R S T Q U A R T E R . . . . . waiting. S E C O N D Q U A R T E R . . . . . waiting. H A L F - T I M E . . . . . waiting. T H I R D Q U A R T E R . . . . . waiting. F O U R T H Q U A R T E R . . . . . waiting.

T A G L I S T . . . . . incoming.

@sad-darksoul @username23345 @allofffmypeaches @zoldyi @therealestpussyeater @boba-is-a-soup @mechalily @stevelacyismyhusband @lzaj19 @xavlyzn @melancholyhill5 @smolcooki33 @plusultra2dwhore @r0ckst4rjk @reiners-milkbiddies @moon-esque

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[hellavile]

 EREN YEAGER. ☆

eren’s visual. eren’s playlist. eren’s aesthetic.

. .sticky. .

. .all mine. .

. .smitten. .

. .luv this shit. .

. .yours. .

. .pizza boy. .

. . sketch. .

. .sketch remastered. .

. .sapiosexual. .

. .dirty. .

. .shortcake. .

. .titan!eren. .

. .any last words. .

. .sour. .

. .halloween night w eren. .

. .don’t pull out. .

. .constant bullshit. .

. .don't be mean. .

. .crush. .

 REINER BRAUN ☆

. .spread ‘em. .

. .tennessee whiskey. .

. .stripper!reiner thirst. .

. .football player!reiner. .

 ARMIN ARLERT ☆

. .so anxious. .

 JEAN KIRSTEIN ☆

. .under the influence. .

. .take you down. .

. .play with me. .

 LEVI ACKERMAN ☆

. .birthday boy. .

 YMIR ☆

. . lost in london. .

 PORCO GALLIARD ☆

. .provide. .

. .porco the pussay feaster. .

#☆. masterlist

[heavenlyakin]

Island Time - Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

wc: ~3k

cw: established relationship, use of sex toys (vibrator), oral (m. receiving), vaginal sex.

Description: Modern AU where Reiner was a star football player who's now retired and spoiling his wife on a vacation for her birthday.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with us today. We will be making our descent soon. We’re expected to land in about 15 minutes. Please remain in your seats and enjoy the rest of the flight.” The pilot’s voice rings through the airplane.

You squeeze your husband’s hand, and he smiles at you. Reiner has been on planes more times than you can imagine. With his football career he had to fly to different states often, and most the time with all his friends, making it comfortable for him. However, this is your first out of the country flight, so you’ve been nervous.

“Are you okay,” he asks, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing it lightly.

“Just tired, I couldn’t sleep.” You tell him, a yawn creeping up and exaggerating the point for you.

He checks his phone, looking to see if it’s already adjusted to the new time zone. “We have plenty of time before our reservations tonight if you want to rest. I could use a nap as well,” he admits, and you giggle. He rarely admits when he’s tired, but after a 12-hour flight, you’re both worn down.

As you get off the plane, you see the ocean just off the horizon and you smile. The warmth of the island hits you then, bringing you an unbelievable amount of joy. After all the snow back home on the farm, this is just what you needed for your birthday week.

“God, I could remarry you right at this moment,” you tell him as you walk to the black sedan waiting for you both.

“Save that for our future vow renewal,” he jokes, kissing your temple and guiding you to the car.

The air conditioning gives you chills, your skin already adjusted to the hot air outside. Reiner checks his phone again, probably looking to see if everything back home is running smoothly. You asked a few friends to watch over the house and farm for the week while you’re away celebrating. You take the time to check yours, letting your friends and family know you landed who knew about this trip and checking your socials. Most of them are private now, due to being with Reiner and his fame from his years in the football league, growing your own following substantially and making you uncomfortable. So now, it’s just you and your close friends who have access to it.

As the car starts to move, you put down your phone, wanting to take in the views of the island as you make it to the resort you’re staying at. The scenery nearly makes you choke up. It’s been so long since you’ve been on a vacation with just Reiner, and the fact he planned this all for you makes it all the better.

You look over to him, and he’s staring at you, a smile on his face. You lean in, kissing him softly and whispering a thank you against his lips. He smiles against yours and pulls you closer to him.

“I’d do anything for you, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, one at a time slowly, and then your nose.

--

The next few hours become hazy memories of the sun reflecting off the ocean, soft white sheets, and the smell of fresh fruit from the welcome basket in your suite. You get some sleep, however, so you feel fine once you make it to dinner. Reiner surprised you with a new dress, a beautiful lavender fabric with iridescent shine in it that flatters your curves.

He wanted to tear it off you when you emerged from the bathroom wearing it, immediately grabbing and squeezing you while kissing your neck. You proactively had to tear him off you, reminding him you had reservations; despite the warmth between your thighs, begging you to stay in tonight. Now you’re sat on the beach front looking at the moon reflecting off the ocean.

“I’m surprised it’s so crowded tonight,” you comment, looking around at the other tables.

Reiner shrugs, “I guess everyone here had someone special to celebrate.” He smiles, leaning forward and taking your hand on the table. “Have you decided on what you want to eat yet?”

“Pick for me,” you squeeze his hand and put the menu down. “You’ve been here before, so you know what’s good.” One of his old teammates had a birthday celebration here a few years ago that Reiner went to, probably giving him the idea to bring you.

“Alright,” he squeezes your hand back.

Turning to look at the ocean, you dig your feet further into the sand, loving how warm it still is despite the sun setting just a bit ago. It’s only been a few hours and you know this is going to be a trip you never forget.

The waiter comes and takes your order then disappears again. Reiner talks about the plans he has for you tomorrow, a trip on a boat to a private beach and then lunch served on the boat. It all sounds unreal, and you can’t help but feel your heart swell more and more. Once the food comes, you’re surprised by the sheer amount of food they bring. Reiner ordered enough for a week.

“I just wanted to try everything,” he shrugs, and you laugh not minding at all. It’s vacation after all, who cares if we splurge a little?

It all looks delicious and tastes amazing. Everything here is truly divine, and you can’t believe you’re actually here experiencing it all with the love of your life. After you’ve both stuffed yourselves, you take one last look at the ocean.

“I guess we better head back,” Reiner says exactly what you’re thinking. “We have dessert back in the room.”

“Honey, there’s no way I can-“

Reiner wiggles his brows at you, and you stop mid-sentence, your cheeks heating from the thought of being his dessert.

“Oh,” you say quietly, still flustered.

He takes your hand, leading you through the restaurant and out to the car already waiting on you both. The resort is a short drive away, luckily. You’ve worked yourself up with the thoughts of Reiner’s tongue between your thighs. Once you see the resort in view, you unbuckle your seatbelt, and you hear him chuckle beside you.

“Eager?” He asks and you turn to him and grin.

“Perhaps,” you smile sweetly. “I’m so tired, I just need to hit the bed,” you lie.

“Have a good night, you two,” the driver who you’ve paid no mind to this trip wishes you both goodbye.

“Thank you!” You chime, giving him a polite smile before sliding out of the car.

Reiner’s warm hand on your lower back guides you through the resort, taking you towards your rooms. It’s on the first floor, giving you a beautiful view of the ocean and beach. As soon as you’re in the room you’re kicking off your heels and running to cover that beautiful view with the curtains on either side of the windows and sliding door.

As you turn towards the bed, you see Reiner’s already unbuttoned his shirt and is starting to take his belt off. You walk towards him and take his hands in yours.

“Let me,” you tell him, kissing his chest a few times softly and unbuckling his belt.

He lets out a breath of air as you start to move down, dropping to your knees and kissing his stomach, no longer as toned as it once was but softened and flat from years of training gone to lighter work on the farm. The hair from his happy trail tickles your nose as you trail a few kisses down it until you reach the top of his black dress slacks, pulling them down along with his boxers.

He's half hard already, precum leaking from the tip of his cock. You take it in your hand and look up at him, sticking your tongue out and placing the head of his cock on your tongue. He moans as your lips close around it, his head tilting back and facing the ceiling. You swirl your tongue around his cockhead, tasting the precum and moaning around him.

How long has it been since you’ve just pleasured him? You can’t remember. He’s always such a giver and wants to go down on you or just bend you over the table and go at it that you’ve lost track. After everything he’s planned for you, he’s more than deserving of it.

You reach up and cup his balls, massaging them softly the way he likes, and he lets out a long breathy groan. You take more of his cock in your mouth, the head prodding at the back of your throat. He’s so large you struggle to take him all without gagging, but you do your best just for him.

He grabs the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and holding you against him until your eyes start to water.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans watching you take him so well.

You start to gag, and he lets you go, smiling down at you as the drool leaves a trail from your lips to his cock. He cups your face in his hand, pulling you up towards him and kissing you deeply. His tongue tastes sweet from the wine from earlier, lingering still on him. You groan as he pushes you pack against the bed, your legs bumping into the frame.

“If you want to keep this dress, tell me how to take it off. Quickly,” he tells you, his voice husky.

“Zipper on the side,” you say turning and lifting up your arm so he can unzip it for you.

The dress pools around your ankles seconds later, leaving you in the matching purple lingerie you purchased just for this night. Reiner’s fingers drag across your skin, to the bra straps and snapping it on your skin.

“You look so beautiful, baby,” he kisses you again; more urgent and needy. Your back hits the bed before you know it and Reiner is hovering over you, his eyes feasting on you. “I could stare at you all night, ya know?”

You smile, pulling him into you and kissing him. “I love you,” you tell him, and he whispers it back.

His lips are warm as they kiss you from your neck to your navel. His fingers trail up your right thigh, landing on the fabric just above your clit. He circles his fingers lightly around it and you buck your hips trying to get more friction.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Reiner stops you with his hand, pushing your hips down on the bed. “Stay still and let me have my fun.” He smiles, pushing himself up so he’s on his knees on the bed.

He reaches over to the bedside table and opens the drawer. He pulls out a dark blue vibrator you’ve never seen. He brings it to the outside of your lacy thong, pressing it against your clit and turning it on.

“Get yourself off on it,” he smiles, looking at you with wild eyes full of desire.

You lift your hips, the vibration sending shivers through your body as it hits your clit. You moan and close your eyes, feeling the pressure increase as Reiner rubs your cunt with it. Even through the lace, it feels so good and so hot. You’ve not used toys in bed for a while so this is a real treat, you think to yourself.

“Daddy,” you whimper out, already reduced to whines. “Need more to cum,” you tell him.

“Just ask, sweetie,” he tells you, leaning down and kissing your neck.

His lips begin to suck and his teeth bite gently into your skin and you moan louder. He slips the vibrator past your thong and against your wet pussy, the vibrations now against your bare clit. He circles it slowly, teasing you and drawing out a mixture of whines and moans. He loves to tease and you’re not going to fight him on it tonight. You just want to enjoy and savor every moment with him.

Just as you feel the familiar knot in your lower stomach about to come undone, Reiner pulls the vibrator away and laughs.

Laughs.

“Daddy!” You whine drawing out the last syllable.

“Shh,” he kisses your forehead and tosses the vibrator off to the side of the bed. “Don’t you want more?”

You smile and nod, sitting up on your elbows to kiss him deeply. “I always want more of you.”

He chuckles, pushing you back down and pushing your legs up so they’re on his chest with your feet on his shoulders. He pushes into you, his cock stretching and filling you as he does. Your toes curl and his fingers dig into your thighs as he slowly starts to thrust into you.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, kissing your ankle and starting to fuck into you faster.

His trusts are so deep and precise they leave you breathless. You whimpers turn to moans and babbling of different phrases that even you lose track of what you’re saying. He moves your legs so they’re wrapping around his waist as he moves to missionary to have access to your lips. This angle lets him inside you even deeper and closer.

“Oh god,” you whine, as he begins fucking you harder, your feet bouncing off of his back from where you’re wrapped around him. “Daddy, I’m close,” you tell him as that familiar knot reaches its undoing.

“Hold on for me, yeah?” He asks, his hazel eyes leaning darker now with lust.

You nod, not so sure you can do it; but you’ll try. You’d do anything for him, you realize.

Reiner pulls out of you, and you whimper, but he’s just manhandling you onto your stomach and pulling you back so he can fuck you against the bed. He pushes inside of you and that familiar stretch is all it takes to make you cum around him.

“Fuck,” you whimper, “I’m so sorry.”

He chuckles, leaning down and kissing you between your shoulder blades. “Don’t apologize.” He kisses you there again. “You have no idea how good it feels to have you squeezing around my cock when you cum.”

Your face heats up and you whimper, letting your face fall into the cool comforter on the bed. He slowly pumps in and out of you, his hands on your ass, squeeze and spanking you periodically. It’s not long before he’s fucking you so hard the bed is shaking. You grip the sheets, feeling that build up in your stomach once again.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whine into the bed, it muffling the sound even for you.

“You take my cock so well, baby, always so fucking good for me,” he moans, his thrusts becoming more and more uncontrolled.

You feel his cock twitch in you before you hear him mumble he’s about to cum. The warmth from it fills you up, spilling out from around his cock, dripping onto your thighs. You cum with him, squeezing around his cock and your thighs start to shake. As he pulls out, you let your body collapse completely into the mattress. Reiner drops onto the bed beside you, facing up towards the ceiling.

Managing with what strength you have after the mind-numbing fuck; you crawl up next to him on the bed and lay your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, lifting his head up to kiss your head a few times. You sigh, loving every moment of his warm skin against your body.

“We need new bedding,” he says casually, and you laugh.

“I’m sure we can manage tonight until housekeeping comes tomorrow. It’s not like we haven’t slept with cum on our bed before.” You roll your eyes and giggle.

“Yeah, but it’s different when it’s your own bed and its that much.” He tells you, letting his arms fall to the bed instead of around you. “But I don’t want to be a bother. Maybe I can clean it up.”

“Why are you so worried about it?” You ask, laughing and sitting up, feeling even more drip out of you and onto the mattress.

“I don’t know,” he laughs, leaning against the headboard of the bed, the pillows “I didn’t nap when you did. Maybe I’m delirious.”

You laugh and agree. “Probably.”

You get off the bed to use the restroom then come back and change into a set of silky pajamas for the night.  Reiner is in the bathroom when you crawl into bed and you wait for him before turning the lights off, mostly because you don’t want to get back up.

He comes into the bedroom, turning the lights off as he walks by the switches and crawls into bed with you. He snuggles up, his head in the crook of your neck and strong arms wrapped around you.

“I’d love to have every night be like this with you,” he tells you, his eyes still closed. “you deserve to be spoiled every single night.”

You smile, playing with his blonde hair, “Every night does feel like this when I’m with you.”

#reiner braun x reader #reiner braun smut #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyoujin smut

[rrenzwrld]

if you catch my drift…

in which you have a crush on mighty football player! reiner and sasha tries to help you out with it — might make it into a series idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

ik it’s been a few days, but i wanted to mix it up a bit by writing something about reiner <3 i hope you enjoy!

Reiner Braun was a fairly big guy, both inside and out. He used his strong and burly figure to be a part of the college football team and help out with his family’s construction business whenever her came home for the weekend. He had big hands, that he used to do those construction jobs and got frustrated with them when he had to use them to work on smaller projects in his life. And he also had big heart, which he used to allow people to take advantage of him once they got pass the intimidation of his size. And not to mention that he was absolutely gorgeous to look at.

The people that knew him would describe him as some kind of big teddy bear. He was scary to encounter just because of his towering height or the fact that he looked angry all the time, but if someone got him to laugh, smile, or fall in love, he was the absolute sweetest. You of all people knew that because he was in love with you. Because he was in love with you and all things you, you were the person he was most sweetest to. The only downside to his love was that you didn’t know about it, you just thought he was being nice to you as one of his friends.

“Girl take the hint, that man is in love with you!” Sasha tried to drill into your brain for the hundredth time this year. You wanted to believe it, you really did. You even had your own little mini fantasies about how it’d feel to be his but in your mind there was no way he was in love with you over some thin, prissy white girl. Besides, you never saw him look your way so you pretended not to look his way.

You rolled your eyes and continued typing way on your laptop. “I wish..” You mumbled. You did get a bit sad as you thought about it some more. As cool as it’d be to imagine being his girlfriend, going on dates, kissing him, hugging him, and other things, you didn’t think it’d be real life if that actually happened to you.

“I say you should try shooting your shot. What’s the worse that could happen?” You turned to her.

“I get my heart broken and give up on love forever. And besides, everyone knows that dating athletes is a bad idea anyways.” Sasha shakes her head in annoyance as you tried to justify your reasoning to not take a chance at getting with your dream guy.

“Well if you won’t do it, I will— look! there he goes now..” You thought Sasha was playing with you like normal but when you looked towards the entrance to the library, there he was. All handsome in his sweats and jacket. ‘He wore a beanie today’ you thought to yourself and your heart softened at the sight.

“Sasha, don’t do no stupid shit—“

“Too late. Reiner!” He didn’t hear her at first because he had headphones in but he took them off after Sasha yelled his name another four times.

“Oh my god..” You groaned as you tried to do the rest of your work and pretend to be completely unaware that Reiner was on his way to where you were.

“Hey, Reiner~” Sasha cooed and you mentally cringed in your head.

“Hey, um.. you need something?”

“Nope, just wanted to say hi. And I think Y/n wanted to say hi too. Say hi to Reiner, Y/n!” You looked up for a second and waved quickly before narrowing your eyes back down at your screen. He didn’t even have enough time to wave back.

“She seems.. busy.” A small frown crept onto his face but he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. He was kinda sad that you didn’t really seemed to be bothered with him right now, but he just blamed it on the fact that you were busy. So he figured he should just leave you alone.

“I’m gonna go… Bye, Sash.”

Sasha made sure he left for sure before speaking “That was your chance~!” She held onto your shoulders and shook them as she whined.

“Chance at what?” Your words were bumped over with each shake Sasha gave you.

“To talk to him at least!”

She stopped shaking you. “I do talk to him!”

“Yeah right! You two need to have a serious conversation. Like share your traumatic experiences or something to get closer.” You hated to admit it, but Sasha was right. You hadn’t talked to Reiner and when you did, it was always kinda awkward. He’d act weird around you so that’s why you thought that what Sasha was trying to imply was complete bullshit. But in her defense, you could be a little dense.

“Doubt that’ll work.”

“You two are gonna be together, trust.” Sasha declared as she gathered up her things and swung her bag over her shoulder. When Sasha wanted something to happen, best believe that she’ll find a way to make it happen and that’s what worried you.

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #reiner #reiner x reader #reiner x y/n #reiner x you #reiner x black reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun x reader #football #college athlete au

[ye4gerism]

Bachelorette season is starting up again! Y/N L/N is the new stunning face of the Bachelorette and so far the viewers feel that she’s favorable.

Of course, the honeymoon phase of the show will decrease episode by episode and someone is bound to crack really soon.

INTO THE LIVES OF THE BOYS: exclusive interviews with the eight remaining contestants

“What are you looking for in a partner?”

COLT GRICE: i’m honestly looking for someone who is willing to go through the ups and downs of life with me. i know that sounds basic but trust me, i know what it’s like to watch a marriage fall apart because one person wasn’t committed enough.

EREN YEAGER: you know, when i think of a partner, i think of someone i can jump out of a plane with. my partner and i should be able to feel the “breeze” of marriage and overcome everything together

“Do you have any past relationships?”

OYANKOPON: who hasn’t? i hope this isn’t some sort of trick question. there was a person i thought i’d marry but an unforeseen event helped me understand that they weren’t for me.

JEAN KIRSTEIN: oh yeah…too many. i was kind of a player in high school and i screwed around a lot in college but as i’ve gotten older, i realized that i want a family and a future.

“Eren you and Zeke look oddly alike. Why is that?”

EREN YEAGER: really? that blonde mop? i don’t really see it.

“What is your guilty pleasure?”

ARMIN ARLERT: i’m sort of into conspiracy theories. sometimes i feel bad because as bizarre as some are, they’re kind of believable.

PORCO GALLIARD: i won’t lie; i love ordering in. i eat healthy and everything yes but, boy, don’t i love sitting on my couch on a friday night and eating my favorite that just got delivered to me.

“How do you like to spend your free time?

CONNIE SPRINGER: i personally love spending time with my two younger siblings. i love living life through them.

REINER BRAUN: my niece is the funniest person i know. since the moment she was born, she’s brought a smile to my face. i love spending my free time with her!

A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME…: dirt on the cast

“Rumor has it one of the contestants has a wife.”

We wouldn’t be surprised. 10 handsome men enter the show and none of them are married? That’s a little suspicious don’t you think? Colt and Reiner are definitely hubby material.

“Eren is passed around like a football 😞”

With those green eyes, the ladies are probably all over him…and he’s probably all over them too. You didn’t hear it from us though.”

“Jean and Eren don‘t get along”

An insider told us the two were throwing looks at each other. It probably has something to do with Eren stealing Jean’s girlfriend in highschool.

“I heard that jean and eren went to high school tg and that eren stole jean’s long term gf”

What did we say?

“Zeke has a crush on Y/N”

we have a crush on y/n too!

“Zeke has daddy kink”

Oh!😀

“I heard y/n f*cked zeke to get on the show”

Are we talking about the right Zeke?

“yn is just gonna be playing all the guys, she's there for vibes”

We love a good feminist! Why be on a show for marriage when you can be a show to play men? We love it.

That’s all for now! Tune in next week for more juicy details!

i didn’t hit all questions but i will use them next week’s post! some of these answers made me laugh lmao😭 imagine zeke falling for you (UNLESS👁️). i’ll definitely incorporate some of these rumors into the story :). i also forgot to introduce hitch and pieck, so i’ll try and integrate them into the next few chapters!

if you would like to vote again, press here. you don’t have to answer the written answer questions if you have already! just let me know that you’ve already answered! i’ll probably close the poll tmrw so i can finish up the chapter :)

tysm again for reading the bachelorette!

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#black reader #black yn #aot x black reader #aot x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x black!reader #eren x black reader #eren yeager x reader #armin arlet x reader #armin x black reader #connie springer x reader #connie x black reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x black reader #porco galliard x black reader #porco x reader #oyankopon x reader #oyankopon x black reader #colt grice x black reader #colt grice x reader

[harunovella]

love in stereo ; r.b.

synopsis: reiner braun, the beloved football star and ladies man - or as jean likes to call him "manwhore" - has had his eyes on you. after attending one of your band's shows, he found himself head over heels when his eyes first laid on you. however, everyone said the two of you were polar opposites and from different worlds… can reiner finally win you over or will he eventually let you go?

cw: fem!reader, musician!reader x football player!reiner, college/modern au, unrequited love (at first?), acquaintances/friends to lovers, drunk kissing/touching, angst (slight argument), fluff, ngl some of it is cheesy but endearing ok, oral (m → f), fingering, smut... MDNI! (18+)

wc: 12k+

an: this was actually my first ever fic posted on ao3 for aot... before i went down the eren spiral oops but pls enjoy! i love my bby reiner, he deserve lots of hugs and kisses (and therapy)! srry for any errors/missing cw! enjoy!! xo chapter title inspo

“Look at how massive this crowd is!” Sasha exclaimed as she stood amongst the roaring crowd, clapping and singing along to the band that had taken the stage. The theater was filled to the brim with local college and university students, most gathered at the center while others spread throughout the two floors of seats. “We should get closer!” Grabbing Connie’s hand, she tugged him deeper into the tight horde of overly hyped bodies. Connie gave a face of fear as he tried to reach out for Jean but completely missed, sending him a look that screamed please save me . However, Jean shrugged it off and stayed towards the back. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t like the music, hell, it was one of his favorite bands––a band that consisted of four of his closest friends––but he wasn’t in the mood to get into a pit of sweaty bodies thrashing around and possibly stealing his wallet from his back pocket or one of the many rings adorning his fingers. “Poor Connie, he won’t last not even five minutes in there,” he snickered as his eyes shifted from the duo, towards the stage where he began to bob his head to the strumming of the guitars. 

“Can’t expect much from tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum,” Annie mumbled as she stood beside him, her hands in the pockets of her jean jacket, tapping her foot lightly. Though she didn’t give anyone any hint that she was into… anything (besides her fashion sense of jeans, plaids, and any sort of band tee) it was no surprise to run into her there while at the theater. She was friends with the band, too. 

Looking down at her, Jean scoffed, “insult all you want, but at least they don’t stick out like a sore thumb like your meathead of a friend,” he pointed back with his thumb. Annie’s eyes trailed past him, noticing the towering blonde that stood next to the bar, a grin on his lips as he held a glass of–– “Reiner literally dresses up as if he’s about to attend a frat party every time he comes to these shows.”

Sighing, Annie shifted her eyes back to meet with Jean’s, “what can you expect from a man who thinks with his dick.” Rolling her eyes, she then looked back ahead to the band. “He literally only comes to these shows for her,” she nudged her head towards you––the lead singer and guitarist. You stood dead center, Mikasa (the bassist and backup vocals) to your right, Eren (another guitarist and backup vocalist) on your left, and Armin at the drums behind you. Annie’s eyes settled on Armin a bit too long, causing Jean to snicker. “Shut up,” she hissed, already knowing what he was about to say.

Lifting his hands up in defense, his laugh continued, “I said nothing! Your face and reaction says it––” Suddenly, he was hunched over, clutching his stomach as Annie had elbowed him in the gut. “Bitch…”

A subtle smirk grew on the corner of Annie’s lips, eyes lingering on Armin as he wore a big grin on his face, twirling his drumsticks around his fingers as you spoke into the microphone. You thanked the crowd and waved goodbye, bowing and walking backstage as Mikasa, Eren, and Armin followed shortly after. Turning her head to face the bar, Annie sighed, “looks like he’s on the pounce… yet again.”

“Masochist,” Jean scoffed as he, too, looked over at the bar. “Does he not get that she has zero interest in him? It’s gotten obnoxious at this point that he won’t give up.”

“You sound jealous,” Annie teased as she looked over at Jean, but he gave her a disgusted look. One that made her laugh. It was so forced and so obvious that he was . “Then you better beat him before he gets to her before you.”

“Shut up,” Jean growled, only to be knocked off of his feet as Sasha and Connie rammed right into him. “HEY, WHAT THE FU––!”

“You coward! We could have been in there longer!” Sasha exclaimed.

“The show is over! Not my fault we got here late unlike Jean and Annie!” Connie fired back.

“Because you were too scared! Who gets scared to go to a concert?!”

“That’s not true!”

“Next show we are coming here before showtime and getting a good spot in the pit!”

“No way! So we can be trampled?!”

“That’s the––”

“GET. OFF. OF. ME!” Jean exclaimed, shoving the two that behaved like a pair of twin toddlers off of him. “You two are so damn annoying!” He huffed, forcing himself to his feet and patting off his leather jacket and tight, black jeans. “Sasha, stop forcing Connie into things he doesn’t want to do. Connie, grow a pair and live a little!” Pointing his finger at the two of them, he then looked over to the spot Annie was in, then noticed she was already walking towards the backstage doors. 

Seeing him quickly walk off, Connie and Sasha exchanged looks before rushing over to join them. It wasn’t uncommon for them to hangout with the band after shows, the only problem was the band’s manager––Levi Ackerman. He hated when others came in and distracted the bandmates. Usually, he used those moments to inform them on upcoming matters involving shows or recording sessions. Luckily, this time around, he wasn’t there as they walked in.

Armin handed out beer to you, Eren, and Mikasa as the four of you sat amongst each other. You sat on the couch next to Eren and Mikasa––who shared the love seat. Mikasa had her legs over Eren’s lap as he had his free hand wrapped around her calf. Armin sat on the coffee table before you, chatting as the sound of the doors opening caused the four of them to look over. Sasha came rushing in with Connie in her grip, pushing past everyone who was in their way. “You guys were amazing!” She shouted as Armin smiled, mirroring the expressions of his fellow bandmates. “I got Connie and I into the pit… not for long but we were in there! It was wild! Your fans are getting bigger and bigger! So glad we were the original fans.”

“You guys were our friends first,” Armin chuckled as Sasha and Connie stood beside him, only for Annie to walk by and take a seat on the coffee table beside him. “H–– Hey, Annie!”

“Sasha’s right, you guys did great out there,” she lowly spoke as Armin blushed.

Turning away from the two, Sasha tugged Connie with her as they went to speak with Mikasa and Eren, praising them for their work on the guitars. Eren teased Connie for being on a leash with Sasha and Mikasa blushed at said woman’s enthusiasm. Jean eyed the room, amazed that Reiner wasn’t there already when they had assumed he had gone ahead before them… seeing as he didn’t even stand to watch with them. Furrowing his eyebrows, he then noticed the spot beside you was empty, grinning and making his way over to sit beside you.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you pulled it out of the back pocket of your ripped up jeans. Seeing the name that was written across the notification, you sighed. Not bothered, but not entirely eager, you unlocked your phone and read the message. “I’ll be right back,” you said as you took a swig from your bottle, then settled it down beside Annie as you stood up. “Hey Jean,” you smiled to the mullet haired man as he plopped beside you, you completely missing the sudden frown on his lips.

“Embarrassing,” Eren mumbled as Jean shot him a dirty look. “She’s clearly off to see Reiner.”

“They’re not even a thing, she can’t stand him,” Jean snapped.

“Says who? You?” Annie asked as you were now long gone from the group. 

“He’s a douchebag manwhore who sleeps around with any cheerleader who opens their legs for him,” he spat. “Always wearing that stupid varsity jacket… They’re from two different worlds. It would never work!”

“Because you wish it was you? Since you’re the better fit?” Eren smirked as he brought his beer bottle to his lips, Mikasa reaching behind him and twirling some of his loose hair around her fingers. 

“No! I am just being a good friend––”

“And saying no one is good enough for her? I think that’s a little over the top if you ask me,” Sasha raised a brow as Connie couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You-- Shut up! All of you!” Jean snapped. 

“I haven’t said anything…” Armin mumbled as Annie patted his knee. 

“In your head you know we’re all right,” she said as Armin grew stiff for a moment, then looked away. 

“Not you too, Armin!” Jean whined. 

No one had really noticed you slip past the bar and towards the side of the theater. Everyone was either waiting by the front for their ride or too invested in their conversations about how amazing the band is to even recognize the lead singer walk right past them. Wasn’t like your band was mega famous, but you were doing pretty well that your following was quite large for a “local” band. 

Slipping your hands in the back pockets of your jeans, you looked around the street as you stood at the curb, looking left and right before landing your eyes on the person waiting for you. Making your way over, walking along the edge of the sidewalk as you kept your balance, you approached the black Ford F-150 with a man (just as giant as the ride) leaned against it. A small smile grew on his lips as he spotted you, standing up straight as you stopped before him. “Desperate for my undivided attention?” You teased as he shrugged, pulling his hand from behind his back––something you hadn’t noticed until now. 

“Jean was there, you know how he is,” Reiner said as you gave him a small look, an eyebrow arched but a playful smirk on your lips. “I’m sure he’s making a scene as we speak. Annie and Eren like to poke fun at him.”

Eyeing the bouquet of flowers in his grip, you asked “now, what do these mean?” Reiner had a habit of bringing you a bouquet of flowers after every show, and each time they were a new set. Usually, if not always, they had a meaning. You were quite amazed that he knew the language of flowers but he insisted it was his little cousin––Gabi––who knew a thing or two about it. “Jealousy?” You teased as he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Since you’ve got competition according to Annie and Eren.”

“Jean has nothing on me,” He huffed as he straightened his back. “Yellow pansies, thinking of you…”

Eyeing the bouquet you had taken into your hands, you let out a soft chuckle. “When aren’t you thinking of me? You gave these to your past flings?” Arching an eyebrow up at him as you tilted your head, he shook his head.

“You still think my crush on you is just to get in your pants and move on?” He asked as you shrugged. “It pains me how little you think of me, superstar.”

Rolling your eyes, you grunted, “ugh, don’t call me that.” Waving your hand, you sniffed the fresh flowers. “I’m just being cautious. You know, jocks like you don’t have great reputations. The fact that you’re after a girl with a whole different background than you is quite odd.” 

Watching you breathe in the flowers with a face full of content, Reiner reached over and gently tugged on the piercing that looped around your upper left ear’s cartilage. “What? Can’t have a crush on a goth?” He asked as you let out a low huff.

“The goths are Mikasa and Eren, I’m just on that fine line,” you explained, but Reiner eyed you from head to toe, taking in your outfit. Sure, you weren’t wearing pitch black eyeliner and lipstick with matching nails, nor were you wearing some sort of chunky platform shoes with fishnets… but you still had that feel. You did wear those ripped jeans, had that bralette sticking out from your flannel that you didn’t even bother to button up… “Call it grunge if you gotta label it. Y’know, very 90s,” you shrugged. “Not that being a goth is offensive or anything but Mikasa definitely takes the mantle. Eren is a follow up. More because she influenced him.”

“And Armin?” Reiner asked as you grinned. “A nerd that randomly found his place in the band?”

Gently punching his solid chest, you sighed, “let him be. He has his own style and we love that for him. Doesn’t need to meet a certain criteria in order to be included.”

“Yet I get made fun of for attending the shows in my varsity jacket,” he crossed his arms. “I don’t see how that’s fair.”

Looking back down at the flowers, gently caressing the petals, you bit your inner cheek. “Guess it’s because it’s fun to tease you… You handle it far better than Jean does, that’s for sure. He gets so easily flustered. It’s cute.”

Huffing, Reiner rolled his eyes at your compliment, your eyes shifting up to meet his golden ones. He wasn’t one to verbally say he was jealous, but it was obvious. After all, he had been pinning over you for months now––something most of his friends would say was unheard of. Porco would make fun of him for falling head over heels for a woman completely out of his league as Pieck would defend him and say that opposites attract and to give it time… and boy was he giving it a lot of time. He wasn’t one to brag, but his past relationships and flings were easy to get… Maybe that’s why he liked this chase. You weren’t easy to get. You were someone he wanted to fight for. Someone he wanted something real and true with. Nothing shortly lived, nothing driven by pure lust. No, he wanted it all with you… If only you would just give him a chance.

He blamed his past and that stupid manwhore title Jean gave him (one he liked to drill in your brain). However, the look on your eyes––and face––was showing that maybe… just maybe, you were slowly loosening up to him. Maybe he had a chance.

“You know I won’t give up,” he finally spoke. “No matter what anyone says about me, or what you may think. I’m not putting all this effort because I solely want to get in your pants… Though… I’ll be honest, I do want to get in your pants, but I want more than just that with you,” he said your name as you eyed him. Your heart skipped a beat, but you swallowed the small lump in your throat as your grip slightly tightened around the stems of the bouquet. “I’m just being straightforward. No way around it, anyway. It’s obvious my feelings for you. Unlike that coward Jean.”

Feeling a smile grow on your face, you looked away, eyes settled on a group of girls climbing into an Uber as they laughed. Then, your eyes landed on a couple holding hands, sharing a small kiss as they had crossed the street. “Leave Jean alone,” you softly laughed. “I don’t have feelings for him, not that I should have to say that because I owe nobody anything. He’s just a great friend.”

Eyeing you, he felt a faint sense of relief. He’d be lying if he said if he didn’t feel a sense of competition between Jean and himself. “What about me?”

Looking back up at him, you grinned, “you’re a great friend, too.”

Dropping his shoulders, Reiner sighed. “I should’ve expected that…” Letting his head fall back as he looked up at the black sky scattered with stars, he then took in a deep breath before returning his focus to you. “I still won’t give up.”

“I know,” you nodded, reaching up to the collar of his jacket, tugging him down as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the flowers.” At that, you let him go before turning away, making your way towards the theater as Reiner watched.

“Will I see you tomorrow?!” He called out as you stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him for a moment. 

“Wanna see me dressed in something skimpy for Halloween?” You teased, a sudden flush of pink on his cheeks appearing. “You know I’ll be there.”

Feeling his heart flutter, he shut his eyes for a moment, taking in a sharp breath before turning to his truck. Maybe he’ll finally win you over then.

Music could be heard down the street as cars scattered across the lawn and driveway, taking up any possible space they could. Drunks and couples making out were spread throughout the interior and exterior of the home. Reiner’s home––that he shared the rent with Porco and Pieck––was filled wall to wall with (what felt like) almost every student from the university. Eren and Mikasa had taken their spot in a dimly lit corner of the living area, arms wrapped around one another as they kept to their own world. Armin was being cheered on by Connie, Sasha, and a bunch of others as he chugged beer straight from the keg while Annie watched from afar. 

You and Mikasa decided to have matching costumes, you as a devil and her as an angel; the two of you wore similar, strapless dresses that flared out at the waist and didn’t go any lower than mid thigh. You, in devil horns, as Mikasa had the halo “hovering” over her head. Eren claimed he was dressed as a vampire, wearing the fangs and having his shirtless torso covered in fake blood, his usual black, ripped up jeans tucked into his boots as Armin was a vampire hunter. Though, for Armin, it wasn’t much of a costume as he was wearing a flannel and jeans with a dagger in hand. Like your closest friends, you were buzzed… maybe beyond that. You were dancing with Historia and Ymir before you found yourself taking shots with Jean and Marco. You jumped around from person to person, group to group and lost track of how much you had in your system. 

Spotting Reiner as he wore a flushed face, playing beer pong with Bertolt, you watched as he made every shot while Bertolt kept missing. Giggling to yourself, you walked up to the broad blond and clutched onto his bare bicep. He was dressed as a firefighter, though the getup stopped at his waist while his torso was in nothing but an insanely tight, white tank top. “You’re too good… at this! Poor Bertie… he hasn’t gotten one in!” You pointed as Reiner looked down at you. The smug look on his face was suddenly wiped away as his eyes widened, landing on your breasts. The dress hardly covered your chest up and he was sure if you tugged just a little, you’d give him all that he was suddenly craving to see. “I’ve had a shot… with everyone… but you!” You pointed, snatching him out of his trance as he forced his eyes up to meet yours. 

“Then let’s do a shot,” he nodded, grabbing your hand and tugging you away as Pieck rushed over to take his place at beer pong. “You look so… good, you know that?” Reiner said as the two of you stood in the cramped kitchen. A couple making out on the counter, others trying to make their own drinks while watching through the window as Sasha was chugging away at a funnel. 

Shrugging, you then pressed your hands against his chest, “not as good as you!” 

Feeling the blood rush up to his head, Reiner took in a sharp breath as he poured the two of you a shot, handing you the tiny red cup as you left one hand against him. Reiner brought an arm over your shoulders as the two of you took in your shots as you tossed your heads back before laughing. Suddenly, you grabbed the sharpie that sat behind him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him away. You dismissed the fact that the couple making out on the counter was Eren and Mikasa, not entirely surprised as they were just as drunk as everyone else.

Shoving Reiner onto the couch, you straddled him as you removed the cap of the marker. His hands settled on your hips, eyes landing on the swell of your breasts that were more prominent due to the strapless getup you were in. He hadn’t realized you were writing on his chest––at least, on the thin material of his tank top––until the sharp smell of the marker hit his nose. “What’re you doing?” He asked in a low voice, eyes slowly shifting from your chest, to your lip between your teeth. How he wanted to have it between his own. 

“Your tits are so fucking big!” You said as you capped the marker and laughed, pressing your finger against his right peck. “There, perfect.”

Still caught in his trance, he forced his focus down, seeing the upside down writing as he read it out. “M–– Milk… Got… Milk… Got Milk?”

Bursting out into laughter as you held onto his shoulder and threw your head back, your free hand clutched onto your chest as he watched you in confusion. “Get it?” You vibrated, looking back at him. “You should have… come as a cow! Your boobs are bigger than most girls here!”

Shaking his head, he removed his hands from you and crossed them behind his head. “Being a meathead pays off.”

Nodding, you bit your inner cheek before standing up momentarily. You turned and tossed the marker onto the coffee table before bending over and grabbing your horns that had fallen off of your head from your laughter. You purposefully stayed bent longer than you should’ve, knowing very well that Reiner’s eyes would linger on the red number that you wore underneath. The thong gave him enough fuel to make him harder than he already was as his eyes stayed glued on your exposed ass cheeks and clothed cu––  “It’s kinda hot.” Your words had snapped his eyes away as you turned back and placed the devil horns on his head instead before straddling him once again.

“Kinda?” He asked as you nodded, giving his chest a squeeze as a small laugh left him. “Can I… do the same… to you?”

Shrugging as your eyes were focused on his chest, you nodded, “sure…” Feeling his hands grip underneath your breasts, your already flushed cheeks grew hotter.

“Ugh, these two are groping each other,” Porco rolled his eyes as he walked by from the kitchen alongside a few other guys, holding a freshly opened bottle. “Get a damn room!”

“This is my house as much as it’s yours!” Reiner called out without even lifting his focus from your breasts. He squeezed and kneaded before tracing his fingertips over the exposed bits he could get at, sending a shiver down your spine. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined his hands wandering your body. Sure, you played hard to get––not out of the idea of being cruel––but because you weren’t really sure if his intentions were true. Yeah, he did admit that he does want to get into your pants, but also said he wanted more… and in the incoherent state you were in, you couldn’t really tell what was right from wrong… 

Probably why you found yourself lip locking him, tongue deep in his mouth as you found yourself grinding your hips against his own. Your sense of decency was gone, completely forgetting you were in the middle of a Halloween party; wasn’t like anyone cared, this was a common occurrence but… not this exact thing. It didn’t help that at some point Ymir and Historia, Sasha and Connie, and so on had walked by to see it happen. Ymir was disgusted and Historia blushed, Sasha and Connie spewed I knew it would happen at the same time… Eren and Mikasa had seen it from the kitchen, peeking their heads out and noticing the way Reiner’s hands were underneath the skirt of your dress and kneading at your ass and how your hands were squeezing at his biceps. 

“She must really be drunk…” Mikasa said as she and Eren watched. “She definitely wouldn’t be doing this if she were sober.”

Laughing, Eren wrapped an arm around Mikasa’s shoulders, “I dunno… she’s pretty into it, that means she’s definitely wanted to do it for a while,” he pointed out, noticing the way both yours and Reiner’s tongues pressed against one another as you rubbed yourself against him.

“What the hell are you two looking at?” The sound of Jean’s voice from behind them caused Mikasa’s eyes to widen as Eren smirked.

“Your girlie officially made her move on another man,” he said as Jean furrowed his eyebrows, both he and Marco peeking over.

“Oh wow…” Was all Marco could say, blushing at the sight. “That’s… That’s something to see…”

Slightly gasping before narrowing his eyes, Jean looked away, “how disgusting, they couldn’t even do this in another room?” 

Looking over at Jean, who crossed his arms, Eren grinned, “why? Mikasa and I do this all the time and no one complains.”

“That’s because we’re all used to the two of you. I am amazed the two of you haven’t made out on stage,” Jean said as he closed his eyes, keeping himself faced elsewhere, completely wanting to avoid the show of you and Reiner practically dry fucking in the middle of a party. “I thought she had more decency.”

“And you have a right to complain about what she does with her body?” Eren poked as Jean scoffed. “It could have been you if you made a move––”

Turning around, Jean snapped, “I don’t have feelings for her!” Snatching the red cup in Eren’s grip, Jean stormed off as he chugged it, unaware of its contents but not seeming to care as he made his way outside. Marco gave them an apologetic look before turning his focus back to you and Reiner, then forced himself to walk away and follow Jean.

“She’ll regret it in the morning,” Eren said as he turned away with Mikasa, making himself another drink.

Peeking over once more, Mikasa sighed, “probably…”

You woke up with a throbbing ache in your head, as if it was about to be split open. You didn’t seem to acknowledge your environment right away, instead, you sat up and clutched your forehead as your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you. There was a hint of light seeping from the kitchen appliances. Taking in a deep breath, you pressed your hands against what you had thought to be the couch, only to gasp when you realized it was a person. Blinking a few times, you covered your mouth, seeing a completely knocked out Reiner beneath you, devil horns on his head and face (plus neck) covered in your lipstick marks. “Oh, fuck…” you breathed, looking down and seeing his hands lazily resting on your thighs. You had fallen asleep against him, that much you could tell… you just weren’t sure what the hell you were doing.

Peeking over to see your phone sitting on the couch, you quietly reached over and lifted it up to your line of vision. Dozens of notifications from Mikasa and Sasha, a few from Eren and Armin. Unlocking your phone and reading through, seeing how Sasha and Mikasa both mentioned how they left you be because you were completely knocked out and latched to Reiner––seeing as they were your roommates and normally brought you back to your shared apartment after parties. Yet, here you were… left behind. Not really, they insisted you were too involved with Reiner to even bother tearing you from him .  

Eyeing Eren’s three messages of nothing but let me know if you need a ride home , Mikasa is a bit worried that she left you behind , and a if you and Reiner fuck, Armin owes me money! followed by Armin’s please ignore anything Eren says about a bet and I am so sorry!

Sighing, you were about to toss your phone back on the couch as you closed the app, only to freeze. Seeing another app was open, you tapped onto your photo album and saw dozens upon dozens of photos that had you had taken with Reiner… Swiping threw them as your eyes grew wider and wider, embarrassed by the documentation of how much you were all over his body, you were just about to drop your phone only to hear gentle groaning and shifting. 

“Shit…” Reiner’s low, disgruntled voice rang in your ears as you slowly looked at him. “Oh… hey…”

“Oh my god,” eyeing him, you nearly slammed your palm into your face and showed him the photos on your phone. “Why didn’t you stop me?!” You squeaked.

“Because… you initiated it and… I wanted to do it, too?” He said in a questioning tone, rubbing his own forehead. “Fuck, I haven’t had that much alcohol in my system since Sasha’s 21st…” Carefully pulling you off of him and settling you down as if you were as light as a feather, he moved towards the kitchen and eventually returned with a pair of water bottles in hand, giving you one before he opened his and chugged it down. 

Staring at him, then your phone, then back at him, you shivered. “This was a huge mistake…” you mumbled, causing Reiner to eye you with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “We were both drunk and–– and I was… oh my god,” looking back down at your phone as you noticed there were a few videos of you and him, you covered your mouth. “I was practically humping you like a dog in heat!”

Sighing, he reached for your bottle and removed the cap before handing it back to you. “Drink,” was all he said before getting up to toss his empty bottle into the trash. A part of him expected you to run out with regret, but you sat there, staring at your phone as you took sips from the bottle. “Staring won't make a difference. If you truly regret it… you can act like it never happened…” he lowly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck as his other hand sat on his hip.

“You won’t,” you said. “You definitely won’t, you’ve wanted this for so long, Reiner.”

Taking in a deep breath, he eyed you, “let me take you home. I know your apartment isn’t too far from here and I’m not going to let you wake Mikasa and Sasha so they can come get you.”

Watching him walk away for a moment, you forced yourself to your feet, a bit wobbly as you clutched your head before following him out as he came back with his keys. From the moment you entered his truck to the moment he parked in front of you apartment building, the two of you sat in silence. Nothing but the hum of his AC, the low beats of his radio playing, and the late night drivers was all that was heard. It was awkward, you sat stiff, staring out the window. You never expected for this to happen or to ever get to this point. You wished you didn’t allow yourself to get os drunk, and you wished you had never done what you did… but it was too late now and you were sure you had Reiner’s hopes up… only to crush them.

“Thanks…” was all you said as you slipped out of his truck, not giving him a single glance. It wasn’t like you were mad at him, you were just embarrassed. Embarrassed by everything that transpired within the last god knows how many hours. All you wanted was to get inside, clean up, and knock out. You would wait till the morning came to accept the bombardment of questions your friends would have...

Reiner watched you go with a small slouch in your back. You were full of regret, that was given… but was it really that bad to have kissed him? Well… to makeout with him? Though it was a blur of a memory, from what he could remember, it wasn’t bad at all. And he was sure, deep down, you felt the same. You must’ve. Why else would you engage? He only had hope that maybe giving you the space and time you needed, things would clear up.

For now, he left the moment you entered the building and hoped for the best.

That following morning you woke to a message from Reiner wishing you were feeling better and that he hopes things aren’t awkward… even if his crush has been beyond apparent for a while now. You smiled and appreciated the effort, glad he wasn’t being an ass about or persistent on whether or not it could happen again. However, you never answered. You said you’d wait a day to reply… and that one day turned into two… then three… and so on. You hadn’t been confronted by the girls––thankfully––but you willingly told them what you wanted to. You knew they were curious and had… pretty much every right to be as they had seen it all happen. A girl who wouldn’t give the guy the time of day for so long, then so willingly making out with him at his Halloween party.

It wasn’t easy to forget, the first few days it sat on the back of your mind, you thinking about what transpired in the middle of class or during rehearsals. On your walks on the campus to your time driving to and from shows… 

Two weeks passed and you still hadn’t responded to Reiner. He had messaged you a few times since then, saying he assumes you were better after the hangover, praising you for your performance that happened a few nights after his party. Another message was saying he hopes to hear from you soon and that he’s sorry if he’s bothering you, but he was a bit concerned. You nibbled your bottom lip at the messages, finding yourself rereading them at random times of the day. You still hadn’t answered and you still held off… A piece of you said you just needed time to think but two weeks was plenty of time to go over what happened. You just didn’t want to admit… you were scared of the possibility of what you were feeling… But it was wrong of you to lead him on. Not once had you denied him, neither have you accepted any of his advancements, either. If anything, you felt to be at blame. You did flirt and you did acknowledge his attention… and made out with him. 

It didn’t help that two weeks turned into a month and within that time you went from I need to think about it to completely avoiding it and him . You convinced yourself it was because you were busier, classes were a lot and Levi had you and the band rehearsing more often than not due to the higher demand in appearances at shows. However, that was no excuse for your behavior. 

And maybe… it was getting to a point where Reiner was losing his patience. Sure, he only messaged you a few times, not wanting to seem like he was harassing you, but there were times he tried approaching you on campus and after shows but you completely dismissed him. Avoided him. Your eyes would meet, he would smile and wave… and you would dip and act like he was invisible. At first, he understood your reaction, you probably were still embarrassed, but after a while, it was getting old and it was driving him insane. How many times did he have to tell you you weren’t a fling, a one night stand he was interested in? He wanted you and only you. And if you really were disturbed by him, or had zero interest, you would have told him to fuck off and move on a long time ago. Not straight up avoid him. 

Exiting your afternoon class and finding him leaning against the wall, holding a bouquet of red carnations, you panicked. You learned a thing or two about flower language after growing curious one night. Red carnations were one of the popular ones and you knew what it meant: my heart aches for you. Gulping and staring at him as everyone piled out from the same lecture as you, walking past you from in front and behind, you panicked. Should you run? Should you finally confront him?

The sound of someone calling your name caught your attention as you looked over, seeing Hitch wave at you at the end of the hall. You sighed in relief, peeking over to see Reiner now looking directly at you as he lifted his focus from his phone. Slipping past the crowd as you quickly made your way to Hitch, she looped an arm with you, “are you still avoiding that hunk?” She asked, you went red in the face.

“Wh––”

“Everyone in the group is talking about it,” she shrugged. “Annie told me.”

“She did?” You asked, worried. “What… did she say?” You knew how close Annie was to Reiner, you were sure he said something to her.

“Well, apparently Bertolt told her that he hasn’t been all there during practices and that he has this habit of checking his phone… Annie says it’s because he’s waiting for you to answer him. I asked her how she would know that and she straight up said she snooped through his phone.” Hearing you gasp, Hitch laughed. “You really are avoiding him, huh?”

“I–– No–– I just––”

“Oh, you’ve got it bad then?” She smirked as the two of you stopped walking and stood outside the building. “You’re scared you’ve fallen for the meathead, huh? Or maybe… you’ve always found him cute and developed feelings but refused to act on them because of what everyone says. That you two are opposites and that he just wants to sleep with you and toss you to the curb when he’s done.”

“No, that isn’t––”

“Save it,” Hitch said as she lifted her hand. “What are you scared of?”

Biting your inner lip, you looked down and clutched your grip on the notebook pressed against your chest. “I don’t know… maybe it’s all a lie. Maybe he does want to use me? Or maybe I’m just scared because I have never been with a man like him––”

“Massive?” She snickered as she leaned in, you couldn’t help but blush and nod.

“I mean yeah, he’s huge as fuck and… he’s on the football team. Ugh, I sound like I’m dealing with high school shit,” rubbing your forehead, you sighed. “I guess what I’m saying is I am scared of what this could become.”

“Well, how would you know if you don’t try?” Hitch asked, now grinning. “I don’t know Reiner that well, I’ve spoken to him a few times but not as much as you or Annie. However, I have dealt with plenty of men and… I don’t think any who want to just get in your pants and then act like you don’t exist afterwards would put effort into getting you flowers that have meaning…”

“Annie told you?” You whispered as she nodded. “God… I feel like an idiot. I’ve avoided him for a whole month. I don’t know why he’s still trying, if I were him, I’d be mad and just say fuck her and move on…”

“Doesn’t that say a lot about him?” Hitch tilted her head as you rubbed your face and groaned. “Go back in there and talk to him. Clear things out. You’ll feel so much better.”

Eyeing her as she nodded, your shoulders slumped as you sucked in a deep breath. “Fine…” Turning away from her and walking back inside with a racing heart, your lips curved downward into a frown as Reiner was nowhere to be found. No longer leaning against the wall and nowhere near sight. “I’m too late…”

“Brat,” Levi called out to you as you snapped your focus to him. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been out of it these past few shows. Are you on something?” He glared, studying you. “You know my terms on smoking and drugs especially before shows--“

“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing…”

Eyeing you, Mikasa stood from her crouched position as she had placed her guitar into its case. “Levi, I have something to show you,” she said, pulling out her phone to change the topic and get him off your back. You gave her a wordless thank you before you dealt with your own guitar. 

It was true, it had been a week since you were going to speak to Reiner and found he was no longer waiting for you. You weren’t being yourself, if anything, you were worse than before when you were avoiding him. You had messaged him, apologizing for the delay and asking if you could meet in person but received no response. You had seen him a few times out on campus and made the effort to reach out… but he was now the one ignoring you. It had gotten to a point he wasn’t even showing up at your shows. You thought, at first, he was busy with homecoming or maybe he was busy with schoolwork… but that never stopped him before and one missed show became multiple. Possibly why tonight when you looked through the crowd while performing, you noticed he wasn’t there.

“Hey…” 

Looking up and seeing Eren tower before you as his hands were in the pockets of his black jean jacket, you softly smiled and stood up, “what’s up?”

“Can I talk to you somewhere in private?” He asked and you slowly nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Sure…” Seeing him give you a reassuring smile, he guided you out of the backstage area and towards a door that lead you to the rooftop of the theater. In the distance, you saw lighting strike as an incoming storm was approaching, the winds picking up as both of you came to a stop, sitting on the AC unit. “What’s this about?” You curiously asked. 

Sighing, he picked at the threads hanging from one of the holes in his jeans. You knew he did this often when he was deep in thought and had nowhere else to put his focus. “I’m not going to take too long… there’s a storm coming and, well, I don’t sugarcoat shit, so…”

“Okay…” you slowly nod, growing more and more anxious by each passing moment.

“Reiner’s a good friend of mine and I’ve never seen him behave such way,” he started. You had an inkling this was going to be about him . “I mean, you and I know very well what people say about him because, for the most part, he was what they say he is… He hasn’t been like that in so long, not since he developed that crush for you. I know you’ve been avoiding him after that whole fiasco on Halloween. I get it. Hell, if it was me in that situation where Mikasa finally made a move on me, I’d be so happy but then insanely heart broken when she completely avoids my existence––”

“But!”

“Wait,” he lifted a hand. “You’re scared, I get it. I know, you’re one of my best friends. I can read you like a book and I can tell you’re super conflicted after all that shit that happened. He spoke to me recently, told me what happened last week with you and Hitch––”

“I–– I went back inside to look for him but he was gone!” You explained but Eren sighed.

“How long do you think a man can wait for the girl of his dreams? After a while of being tugged along, flirted with and yet no advancements made… it gets old. I know you meant no harm with the flirting, did it because it came naturally and more than likely because you are attracted to him. It happens. But after dry fucking him and then ghosting him, what do you think happens? Not that I’m pointing fingers at anyone, but, after a while… it gets tiring. And I think he reached his limit.”

Swallowing, you turned your worried eyes towards the incoming storm and frowned, “I know… I knew it would happen eventually… though I kind of hoped not. I guess it is my fault, I did this to him. I kissed him first, that’s as much as I can remember from that night. I have evidence… I straight up took photos and videos,” you awkwardly laughed as Eren eyed you. “I haven’t been in a relationship… in so long. My life has become school and the band and I just, I couldn’t see myself being tied to someone when I wouldn’t be able to give them attention like you do to Mikasa or even Armin to Annie––even if they’re not a thing…”

“Yet,” Eren added as you softly smiled.

“But… I just… I spoke to Hitch and she told me to confront him. I tried to, I tried going after him but he was gone. I’ve seen him on campus and now he’s the one avoiding me…” eyeing the nail polish that was cracking and peeling away on your nails, you sighed, “I know I deserve it but I–– I didn’t want it to stop. For him to stop, I was and still am being selfish. I like his attention, I like the feeling of someone wanting me so badly and supporting me even if everyone scrutinizes him for falling for someone potentially out of his grasp… I don’t know, I just… it’s nice and I took advantage and fucked him over.”

Leaning back into the palms of his hands, Eren let out a small breath, “you kinda did––” you frowned at his words, but Eren grinned, “but I don’t think it’s too late…”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

Sitting up straight, Eren patted your knee, “well, if you leave right now, you may catch him finishing his game. I know he couldn’t make it because of that… and also because he’s hurting, so…”

Blinking a few times, you eyed him, “he’s on campus?”

“Yeah, the stadium. We’re against some out of state college and I’m positive we’re beating their asses,” Eren nodded. “He’s always watching you perform, maybe you should go see him play for once and surprise him.”

Taking in a deep breath, you nodded. “Yeah… okay…” Leaning over and kissing his cheek, you thanked him. “I should get going then.”

“Yeah,” he said before he stood up and watched you go. “Hey,” he called out as you stopped in your tracks before the door, turning your head to face him. “Do you remember that talk we had years back that pushed me to finally ask Mikasa out?”

Thinking back, you nodded, “yeah… why?”

Smiling, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket, “see this as my thank you for that. I owed you big time.”

Grinning, you shook your head. “I just helped pull your head out of your ass.” At that, you left his sight.

When was the last time you went to one of these games? You couldn’t remember. Maybe in high school for homecoming? You couldn’t recall ever going to one for the university. You stood feeling out of place, paying for a ticket for a game that was soon to end, getting strange looks from the volunteer within the ticket booth. It was the least of your concern. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you made your way to the seats and took the first spot you could find. 

Eren was right, your university’s team was winning but not by much. From what you could tell, it was neck at neck and the crowd was losing their minds as the clock was ticking. You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, only knowing a handful things about the sport due to the Super Bowl… but that was that. 

Searching the team, you spotted Bertolt and Porco. Eyeing a few others you recognized solely by association––and who you’ve seen at parties––your eyes landed on him . 

It felt almost as if he had felt your gaze and only yours, even if he had thousands of people watching him as he was playing. He was in the midst of making a touchdown, inevitably earning the win for his team in this game as nearly everyone in the crowd roared in happiness. As the team rushed up to him and cheered him on, his eyes so happened to land on you. Growing wide eyed at the sight, he looked away and focused on his teammates as they lifted him up on their shoulders. 

Sitting longer than you meant to as everyone began to rush out of their seats as the rain began to pour, you watched as Reiner was settled down before the team sprinted towards the interior of the stadium. Eyeing him, you decided it was now or never.

Making your way down the steps and onto the field, you jogged up to him and grabbed his arm before he could join the rest. “Hey, wait,” you spoke up, not seeming to care if either of you were now becoming drenched with the downpour.

“It’s raining––”

“I know but this can’t wait!” You exclaimed as you looked up at him with desperation.

“If this is an apology, I don’t need to hear it, it’s fine,” he said with a straight face, almost unbothered by the rain.

You, on the other hand, kept blinking it away and wiping at your face as your hair stuck to it. “No, please. I––”

“I have to go, it’s traditional that we celebrate after every win,” Reiner spoke as he slipped from your grip, turning away. You froze for a moment, panicking, unsure as to what you should do. 

Before you could think, your mouth began to utter words you weren’t even processing. “I was scared! I–– I haven’t been in a relationship in so long and I haven’t let anyone in like that in so long! Especially someone I’m so–– I’m so–– You’re just so different! Unlike anyone I’ve been with before and, I just, you have a reputation. Had one. I was scared for so many reasons before but I saw the effort you put. The flowers, the support, the way you spoke to me and how you never forced yourself on me and––” taking in a deep breath you gulped. “Fuck, I sound so stupid. I’m sorry, I am so sorry! I loved it, I loved the feeling you gave me. I took advantage, I never thought I was! I just–– It felt so good and, shit, when I kissed you I was drunk and I know it wasn’t the brightest idea but it––” rubbing your face, you shook your head. “I don’t know what the hell I’m trying to say or even get at. I don’t even know what I’m doing right now. I just came here without a second thought and I knew I had to do something because––”

“You were scared I wasn’t going to give you the attention you want anymore?” He furrowed his eyebrows, almost in an accusing tone as he eyed you.

“No! No! I––” taking a small step forward as you reached a hand out, you choked on your words, “please… I didn’t mean to sound like I was only using you. I never was. I just enjoyed the flirting, it was fun––”

“That makes it even better,” Reiner rolled his eyes. “You saw it as some little past time while I was madly–– I had feelings for you and you knew it and the moment you make the first move, I am suddenly the bad guy and go ignored as if I was at fault,” he pointed a finger as you shook your head with a gasp. 

“No, that’s not it!” You shrieked as lightning struck in the distance.

“Then what the fuck is it?!” He shouted.

“I— I–––” standing there like a deer in headlights, lips parted but nothing coming out, Reiner shook his head and turned once again. Watching him walk away, you bit your tongue and ran towards him, grabbing his wrist and turning him around, using your free hand to grasp the back of his neck and tug him down as your lips crashed against his own. 

Reiner hesitated at first, more than ready to push you and tell you off, claim you were going to regret it and avoid him all over again… but you didn’t let him move, you kept him locked in place. You desperately kissed him, grip on his wrist and the back of his neck not wavering. You weren’t giving up, and you knew you weren’t too late when he kissed you back. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip before bringing it in between his teeth and biting deeper than you expected. A small whimper left you but you welcomed it. Your lips parted as his tongue slipped past and met your own, pressing and gliding along with such hunger. In a matter of seconds, your feet were off the ground as his grip was now on the back of your thighs. With legs wrapped around his waist and hands gripping his broad shoulders, the two of you kissed with such intensity that you had to force yourself to pull away and catch your breath. 

Without a word and a soft look in your eyes, Reiner knew. “You could have saved us all this trouble if you were honest with yourself from day one.”

“I know…” you breathed. “I’m sorry…”

“I want to say you’re forgiven, but you put me through hell,” he sighed and you couldn’t help but softly smile, wiping his hair from his forehead as the rain refused to let up.

“Tell me how I can make it up to you,” you softly spoke.

“Hmm… You could come back with me to my place… Porco will be out for the night celebrating and Pieck is out of town visiting her father…” Eyeing you, your smile was enough to have him rushing away from the stadium. He settled you down and took your hand as he went for the locker room. Everyone was huddled together just outside, giving you two time to sneak in through the backdoor as Reiner grabbed his bag. 

He had handed you his spare shirt and gym shorts as he grabbed a pair of towels for the two of you to dry off with. Reiner changed into a pair of sweats and tank top that he had sitting at the bottom of his duffle before the two of you made your way out. He whispered an apology for how big his clothes were as you struggled to keep the shorts up, but you waved it off. 

Lucky for the two of you, his truck wasn’t too far off from the back entrance of the locker room, you weren’t soaked again but you did get a good amount of drops on you. The two of you panted from the sprinting before slamming the doors shut. You looked over at Reiner who gave you a smile, one you soon mirrored. “I have to thank Eren,” you said, earning a confused look from him. “He basically helped me realize I wasn’t too late.”

“Huh…” He slowly nodded before he inserted his key into the ignition and began the drive to his home. It wasn’t that long, though the weather was a bit of a time delay. As eager as both of you were, you didn’t want him speeding and crashing either. 

The moment you made it to his home and rushed inside, the two of you removed your shoes by the front door before he took his duffle bag—and your wet clothes—with him to the laundry room as you stood there and eyed the couch you two were making out on Halloween. Biting your inner cheek, you huffed and looked away. As embarrassing as the thought was… you had to admit, it was worth it in the long run. 

Reiner eventually came back and took your hands in his, “wanna continue this there?” He nudged his head towards the couch, causing you to scrunch up your nose and shake your head. Letting out a small chuckle, he brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them one by one before lowering your hands. “I’m glad you’re giving me this chance…”

“And what chance might that be?” You leaned in with a small grin. “I’m not your girlfriend and we haven’t even gone on a date.”

“That’ll change,” he nodded. “Though, not today… it’s storming outside.”

Watching him shrug as you did the same, you then grinned, “tomorrow you’ll take me out then?”

“If you stay till the morning I can take you to breakfast,” Reiner offered.

Silently nodding, Reiner let go of your hands before bringing your face into his hands, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You returned his affections, lips moving carefully against his own, almost calculated. However, before you could even deepen it, Reiner pulled away and took your hand and brought you up the stairs with him, to his bedroom. 

Shutting the door behind him, he brought you onto his bed where he sat first. You stood in between his legs as his hands trailed your side while he kept his eyes on yours. You shivered at his touch––and the feeling of your wet hair dripping down your back. The storm was still raging outside, but nothing compared to the feeling in your belly. He so gently brought your hands on his shoulders before he brought his own to the loose waistband around your hips. Untying the drawstrings you had tied a million times to keep in place, you felt the breathable material slip down your legs before stepping out of them. Moving his hands underneath the shirt you wore, he caressed the expanse of your back and settled on your ass, giving it a small squeeze before wrapping his hands over your waist and bringing you closer to him. 

You leaned in and closed the gap once again, lips back to softly touching before your hands slid down his chest. You pulled away for a moment as Reiner eyed you, “what is it?”

Biting your inner cheek, you fought a grin as you eyed his tank top, “got milk?”

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, but the moment your small hands pressed against his chest, his eyes grew in size. “Oh… shit…” Looking down and seeing the faded sharpie marker, you laughed. 

“I didn’t even notice until now. I’m surprised you kept it,” you said, feeling the hard muscles against your hands.

“It was funny, I’ll admit.” Watching you as you kept your gaze low, Reiner pulled his hands out from underneath your shirt and reached for your wrists. “Plus, you wrote it.” Kissing your palms, he then placed your hands back on his chest before bringing you to straddle him. “You wont freak out when you wake up in a few hours?”

Throwing your head back, you groaned. “Reiner…” Feeling his hand reach for you chin to pull your focus back to him, he awaited your response. “No… I wont.” Leaning in and kissing him, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slid his hands along your bare thighs. 

“Good,” he muttered against your lips before he shifted positions, settling you beneath him as he left a trail of kisses. He kissed either cheek, then your lips before making his way down the column of your throat. Tugging down the collar of the shirt you were in, he continued along your collar bones before kissing the bit of your chest that was exposed. Reaching underneath you and unhooking your bra, Reiner gently tugged at it, wordlessly ordering you to remove it.

You slid your arms underneath the shit before tugging off the bra straps. Feeling him pull it off of you and tossing it to the side, your arms slid back through the shirt. Your hands went to rest in his hair as he brought his lips back to your neck, finding that sweet spot that had you squirming the moment his tongue made contact. He bit at the skin, not too hard, before sucking and kissing it. A small sound left you as he left another over your left clavicle. 

Lifting himself off of you and sitting on his heels, Reiner removed his tank top before tossing it to the side as your heart fluttered. It was enough that your body was on fire from his kisses, but your fingers itches to feel every bit of his skin. Every dip of his hardened muscles begging to be traced. You reached up and trailed your fingertips down his abdomen, feeling the shape of his abs beneath as Reiner watched you. Your bottom lip was between your teeth as your hands wandered, shivering at the sensation of his warm body against your curious hands. He seemed to enjoy it, letting you do as you please. 

“You’re so big…” you breathed, earning a smirk from him. Your eyes widened for a moment, “oh, don’t get cocky!”

“You haven’t seen it all yet,” he said as you blushed, almost forgetting just how much he must be carrying. The thought was terrifying, something you had forced yourself not think about… but now? It was inevitable. 

“I’ll say… I’m a bit scared,” you confessed. 

Shaking his head, he brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your fingertips and palm once again. Then, his nose nuzzled your hand before leaving one last kiss on your wrist. “I’ll prepare you.” That only made your cheeks burn brighter, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he settled your hand back on his body before he hovered you again, lifting your shirt enough to expose your underwear. He noticed the wet spot that already formed and bit back a groan of desperation. He lifted your knees and left a path down your thighs, nibbling and swiping his tongue the closer he got to your heat. 

Your heart picked up its speed as you watched him. Your hands left his body and found their way clutching onto the hem of his shirt that you still had on your body. “Reiner…” you breathed, almost trembling in anticipation.

He brushed his fingers along your clothed cunt, earning another lewd sound from you before he rubbed against your clit. You squirmed and tightened your grip around the shirt, biting your inner lip as you closed your eyes to collect yourself. It had been so long since you indulged in such pleasures, almost not remembering the last time you were intimate with someone. You were too lost in your clouded thoughts to even notice the material covering you being soaked by his mouth. You snapped out of it the second his tongue pressed against your panties and teased you. His teeth tugged on it, pulling it back before letting it snap into place as you gasped. 

A small snicker left Reiner as he reached up and tugged the piece off of your hips in one fluid motion. Your breathing quickened as you felt your sex now completely exposed, your eyes squeezing shut for a moment until you felt his mouth back where it had been. His tongue swiped up your aching cunt, swirling your sensitive nub before repeating the movement. You bit on your thumb as you looked down at him, the way he seemed as if he were eating the finest ice cream. It made your insides twist as your chest heaved. He teased your entrance along the way, savoring the taste of you and the sounds that left your parted lips. Bringing his fingers towards your entrance, your hands flung to the bedsheets. 

He started off slowly, gently curling and feeling around with one finger—then two. You took in heavy breaths as he thrusted in and out, at a steady pace, understanding your body and what made you feel good. Then, before you knew it, he was knuckles deep. Pumping them, finding what exactly sent you over the edge. One of your hands reached over to cover your mouth as your eyes squeezed shut, your other tugging on his blond locks as his lips sucked at you clit. 

“R— Reiner… I— I—“ you couldn’t speak, eyes squeezing shut once again. You wouldn’t last, you definitely weren’t, not when it had been so long. Not when his fingers were so fucking thick and felt so good. Your knees tried pressing together but he prevented you from doing so, pumping faster, searching for what would send you over the edge. And when he did, you came with a sound only his ears would ever get to listen to. He smiled when he tasted your climax on his tongue, lapping your juices before pulling his fingers out. 

A small whine left your lips, desperate and needy to fill the void with his cock. Reiner couldn’t fight the grin off of his lips, sitting up and leaning in to kiss you, letting you savor your own taste before he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He lowered his sweats just enough, your eyes peeking open and an involuntary gasp leaving you at the size of him. The thickness was just enough to terrify you, and your worried eyes were enough to have Reiner kiss at your face. “It’s fine,” he whispered in your ear as you shivered. “You’ll be fine.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. You hoped he was right. As much as you wanted to be ripped in half by him, you didn’t literally want to. 

Watching him slip the condom on, he reached for your hips and slotted himself within your legs. “You sure?” He asked as you slowly nodded. “I’ll be gentle unless you ask for more.” You nodded once again. 

And then he was pushing into you, slowly. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, adjusting to his size as he sunk into you, inch by inch stopping for any sign from you to keep going before he bottomed out. A shaky breath left your lips before you opened your eyes. You nodded, hands gripping his forearms and tapping them, motioning for him to start moving. 

He started with slow thrusts, pulling and pushing, just enough to get the rhythm going. Then he pulled and pushed further, picking up his momentum as strangled moans and cries left your lips. Reiner watched you unravel beneath him as he gripped your hips, legs spreading further apart to feel more. 

“Faster—“ you choked out. Reiner didn't need you to tell him twice. He picked up his pace, going faster and faster the more you begged for it, until skin was slapping. Until his headboard was banging against his wall. Until your moans turned into cries. Cries turning into chants of his name, begging him to go faster and harder. Faster and faster and faster . You were begging, pleading, eyes welling with desperate tears before he lifted your legs from under your knees and nearly pressed them against your chest, reaching deeper. 

“I’m c-- I’m gonna-- Rei--!” Your voice got cut off by your own cry as you chased your high, felt your body trembling and the ache of your incoming release. 

Reiner groaned at the way you clenched around him, thrusting faster and faster until you came all over him and milked him from all his worth. He rode it out, hips bucking a few more times before he nearly collapsed against you. A thin layer of sweat covering the two of you as you panted into each other's mouths while trying to share a lazy kiss. 

Pulling out and removing the condom, he tied and tossed it into the bin next to his bed before he fell against you. His weight nearly suffocated you, but it felt so good. His body heat, the warmth radiating onto you. You wanted to stay Like this, you didn’t want to leave, never wanted him to get off… but eventually he did. He cleaned either of you before he rested beside you, a hand slipping underneath the shirt that you managed to keep on. 

“Tell me you don’t regret it…” he whispered as he gazed at you with hooded eyes. You lied there on your back, still trying to catch your breath and collect yourself. 

“I don’t,” you breathed with a smile, turning your head and reaching over to run your fingers over his cheek bone, then down his jaw, over his goatee and soft lips. He kissed your finger before he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. Your legs tangling with his as you nuzzled his chest.  In a matter of moments, the two of you were fast asleep. 

You woke up aching, a heavy weight on your hips as your eyes peeked open. You gently pushed back, eyeing a sleeping Reiner. Your body shivered as your bodies rested above the sheets. You frowned, sitting up carefully. 

“Don’t leave…” he mumbled, you looking over and seeing his eyes open. 

Reaching over, you caressed the side of his face, “I’m not… I’m just cold.”

“Oh…” he sighed in relief before sitting up and pulling the sheets from underneath either of you and bringing them over. He kept his arm lifted, waiting for you to curl back into his chest. You did so without hesitation, except this time, you turned so that your back was against his chest. You sighed in content and felt him nuzzle your hair, leaving a small kiss against your shoulder before the two of you fell asleep again. 

“Mind telling me if you two are a thing now?” Hitch asked you as the two of you sat at a bench out in the open courtyard. Classes had ended and you were on break, spending the day with Hitch as you went to the mall for a few hours. “It’s been a few weeks since this glow took over you and you’re back to flirting with him out in the open…”

Smiling you nodded. The following morning after your first time together, Reiner took you to breakfast—as promised—and claimed it was your first date. He also said it was the perfect time to ask you to be his girlfriend, though you begged to differ. “Yeah… though we are keeping the PDA to a minimum.”

“For now. I’m sure you two will become like Eren and Mikasa… or worse,” she snickered as you blushed. It wasn’t like you didn’t do anything in public, you did, just not around everyone. It was usually when you two were alone… though, one time, you couldn’t help but ride him in the locker room of the stadium when you were feeling extra turned on by the sight of him training and sweating. 

“Who knows,” you shrugged before your phone vibrated. You looked down and saw it was a text from Mikasa in regards to meeting up with the band. “I gotta get going, band things going on.”

“Band things,” the peridot eyed woman laughed. “Is that code for Reiner?”

“No!” You laughed. “Though, he usually is there when he’s got down time, the group doesn’t mind…”

“Poor Armin,” Hitch shook her head. “Annie seriously needs to get in on that.”

Shaking your head, you gave her a hug goodbye before leaving her sight. Your band was in the midst of putting together your official first EP. Reworking old songs, writing new ones, (trying to) narrowing it down to your top five. Reiner was your extra set of ears to help with decisions on what was better or which song was stronger. Eren claimed he was only there just to be with you, teasing the blond about how he was only invited because you couldn’t get enough of his attention. You usually brushed Eren off, even if he was right… sometimes . 

Now sitting in the living room of Eren and Armin’s shared apartment, you were on the L portion of their living room couch with Reiner resting in between your legs. You spent a few hours discussing and writing more, managing to play a few new songs before calling it a day and deciding to hangout for a bit longer. You were in your own world with Reiner, kissing his cheek and showing him your journal of songs you’ve written, claiming you lost count of how many you’ve filled out as he flipped through it. Eren was in the middle of playing on Armin’s PS5 with him while Mikasa was on the phone with Levi discussing how the band was now down to your top 15 and would work from there. 

“So… you’ve got songs about me?” Reiner asked and you scoffed. 

“As if—“

“She does,” Eren and Armin spoke in unison as they kept their eyes glued to the screen. 

“Okay, maybe a few…” you confessed. “Not all love songs are mine! Some are Mikasa’s about Eren or the reverse… and some are Armin’s!” You exclaimed as Reiner chuckled. 

“It’s fine, babe,” he patted your knee. “I love everything you create.”

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his short strands of blond hair before resting your chin on his head and pointed at one of the songs in the journal. “That one is about you,” you confessed. “I wrote it that week you were avoiding me,” you lowly said. Reiner squeezed your knee, as if in an apology, but you dismissed it. “We haven’t performed it.”

“It’s called… I Love You,” he read out and you nodded. 

“Because I do,” you softly smiled down at him as he tilted his head back enough to look at you. 

His cheeks burned but he grinned, “I love you, too.”

Leaning in, you kissed him as Eren sighed, “is this how you guys feel about me and Mikasa?”

“Pretty much,” you, Reiner and Armin all said in unison before you went back to kissing your boyfriend. 

“I guess that’s fair,” Eren sighed, eyeing the two of you before looking back at the TV. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Chuckling, you looked over at your best friend, “thanks.” At that, you looked back down at a grinning Reiner, caressing and tracing his face. “I’m glad I listened.”

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[seiyasabi]

If All Else Fails, Try Again

(Yandere Reiner <33 I love him sm! So here’s a yandere reiner x fem reader story :)) I envision him as a football player from the south, who falls in love with his nerd darling. 

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, football player Reiner :)), reader isn’t necessarily popular, he’s like crying while he assaults u, bullying!, peer pressure low-key, he’s p vanilla but you know… yikes, size kink (y’all need to remember that when I write for characters, they’re always two feet taller than you bc u deserve to feel tiny)!, body worship!, Voyeurism!!!, physical assault that ends in bodily harm (not towards you)!! genuinely loves u but u want nothing to do w him, EVERYONE IS 18 AND OVER,  etc..

Please proceed with caution!!!)

“So, I was thinking,” The scruffy blond has a self assured grin on his stupid face, his football buddies gathered around the two of you, holding up different signs spelling out ‘You intercepted my heart - prom?,’ “That you and me will make the perfect team. Whaddaya say?” 

You’re honestly speechless. Whilst the football player hadn’t been particularly mean or cruel to you, you just couldn’t understand why he’d ask you, of all people, to prom. 

“Huh?” Your shock is evident on your pretty face, as you chuckle in discomfort, “No offense, but I’m kind of confused right now.” 

He raises an eyebrow, leaning farther onto the locker beside your head, “Why’re you confused, darlin’? I feel like the situation is spelled out for ya.” 

You notice Annie, the only girl on the football team, glaring at you, as if daring you to reject his proposal. You feel a cold sweat starting to bead at your brow, “Well, uhm, I’m just confused as to why you’re asking me? We don’t really know each other, and you’re super popular, and I’m just-“ He interrupts you with a booming laugh, using his hand that isn’t balanced against the locker to clap you on the shoulder. 

“Popularity doesn’t matter, (Nickname). Just cuz yer a nerd, doesn’t mean I can’t ask ya to prom. Remember that time we were partners in Mr. Ackerman’s class? You were so cool, and I’ve wanted to get to know ya since then.” 

He has to be playing a prank on you. There’s no way that the captain of the football team is interested in you. You’re a nobody! At least, that’s how the popular girls make you feel. 

Swallowing thickly, you glance around at the others, noticing how they practically giggle amongst themselves, hearing some of them whispering about how ‘Reiner can’t possibly be serious,’ and how they’re ‘glad to get answers from the smart kid in class now that she's dating Reiner.’ 

Hurt blooms in your chest, as you realise that your suspicions were true. Tears brim your eyes, as hot, boiling humiliation fills your being. Of course he’s fucking with you, no popular boy would ever be interested in you. 

“This isn’t funny, Reiner. Please stop,” To his credit, he plays the part well. He almost looks genuinely surprised by your reaction. 

“Whaddaya mean? I’m not messin’ with ya,” His friend Bertholdt starts to sweat at your crestfallen expression, Annie’s eyes begin to dart around in discomfort. 

“He-he’s n-not messin’ w-with ya, (Your Name),” The giant tries to soothe, but it does the exact opposite. 

“This is cruel, even for you,” You try to hold in your tears, not wanting them to have another thing to make fun of you for, “I know that I’m not popular, I know that boys don’t find me attractive and that the girls want to make my life hell because it’s easy. But, for the life of me, I can’t understand why you’d do this. What can you possibly gain from making me feel like this?” 

His football buddies, besides Bertholdt and Annie, begin to laugh at you. They throw jab after jab at you, not caring about how they tear you apart seam by seam. 

Reiner looks like a fish out of water, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing indignantly, “I’m bein’ serious- I wanna go to prom with ya. I’ll take ya dress shoppin’, get matchin’ flower things, do anythin’ if it makes prom special for ya-“ 

“Just stop!” You shout, tears finally falling down your face, your countenance feeling hot with shame, “Reiner, I don’t want to go to prom with you. You’re mean, cruel, and have no regard for what your actions and words do to people. Don’t talk to me ever again.” 

Apparently, someone had filmed a video of your sad interaction, making you the laughing stock of the school. 

Needless to say, you didn’t go to prom- choosing to be alone in the comfort of your home, eating a tub of your favourite ice cream, and watching a rerun of your favourite show. 

The rest of High School was hell, all thanks to Reiner Braun. 

-

You both go to the same college, but for the past two years, you’ve somehow been able to avoid him. 

You’d made new friends, grew out of your shell, and ultimately felt happier than you had in years. 

That is, until you finally see him at some stupid frat party. 

Your friend Historia begged you to come to the party with her and her partner Ymir, along with their friends Sasha, Connie, Jean, and Marco. The moment you heard that Marco was coming, you practically jumped into your closet, ripping out your best outfit. 

So, here you are waiting for your group outside the frat house, dressed in a bodycon purple dress made from velvet, and a jewelled bralette holding up your tits and adding some flair to the seemingly simple fit. Along with that, there’s a pair of jewelled heels on your feet, which hurt way more than you thought they would. 

You looked good, yet completely different from when you were in high school. 

Historia practically screamed when she saw you, alerting your friends of your presence. Their jaws were practically on the floor; having never seen you in a dress before. 

“You look amazing!” The blonde grabs you into a tight hug, swaying you side to side. 

You laugh, returning her embrace, “Thanks, Historia, I appreciate it.” 

When she releases you, a sudden arm is thrown around your shoulders, causing you to jump. Glancing up, you see a sly looking Jean, “Who you tryn’ to impress, sweetheart? Got a boy on yer mind?” You wanna punch the animal science major in the head, but you refrain. 

“Well, uhm, you see-“ He teasingly punches your cheek, before releasing you from his hold. 

“Don’t worry, I think he’s Lookin’ at ya right now.” 

You look at Marco, whose face is blazing a bright red. He tries to avert his eyes, but he can’t stop staring. 

“You, uh, look beautiful, (Your name). Golly, I can’t take my eyes off of you,” You smile at him bashfully, as Jean all but shoves you in the dark haired male’s direction. He catches you with ease, having been a pig farmer since a young age. You’ve seen his ribbons from the county fair, and have even seen a video of him lifting a pot bellied pig right off its hooves with ease. 

“Thank you,” Your eyes take in his dress shirt and dark jeans, noticing how he doesn’t have his usual hair gel on, allowing curtain bangs to rest prettily against his tan skin, “You look quite handsome.” 

Now you’re both grinning like fools, faces feeling hot. Connie and Sasha make mock gagging noises, pretending to keel over and throw up, causing the group to laugh. 

“Let’s get this over with,” Ymir mutters, ushering your group inside the frat house, music and loud voices already echoing from the premises. 

“Don’t be a party pooper, Ymir!” Connie crows from beside Sasha, “This’ll be a night of firsts, I’m sure.” 

He winks in your and Marco’s direction, causing both of your faces to feel hot. Ymir groans, Historia giggles, and the rest of the group makes weird faces. 

Deciding not to comment on his suggestive words, Marco, ever the gentleman, holds his arm out to you, “Ready to head in, sugar?” 

Smiling up at him, you nod, “Yessir, I’m ready when you are.” 

Your group walks up to the door of the frat, a boy with a backwards hat and sunglasses is standing at the door, “Gimme yer names and years.” 

You all state your information, causing him to nod his head and grin like a madman. 

“Alright, since y’all have a buncha girls in yer group, I’ll let y’all in. But you,” He lowers his glasses, exposing aquamarine eyes which glare into Jean,  “If ya ever mess with my kin again, I’ll thrash ya, pretty boy.” 

Jean nods, suddenly starting to sweat under the pressure, “Yeah, yeah, ya said that last time, Eren.” 

Eren nods, giving your group one last look over, causing his eyes to land back onto you, “Say, ain’t ya Reiner’s girl?” 

You freeze, not expecting to hear that name. Your friends all whip their heads to look at you, questioning looks on their faces. Marco looks at you befuddled, “No. We went to high school together, but I hardly know the fella. I’m currently single.” 

He pushes his shades back up his nose and nods, “I shoulda known that fool was lyin’, ain’t no way a pretty girl would go for his meatheaded ass. Y’all head on in, there’s lots-a booze to choose from.” 

Marco glances down at you, a questioning look on his face, “Howdya know thick neck?” 

You frown, shrugging, not liking to talk about him, “I’m not sure why he’s talking about me, but he and I went to high school together, like I said. But, he used to terrorise me in school, along with the rest of the school population. We aren’t friends or anything.” 

He nods, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, “I think I understand. I’ll keep ‘im away from ya if I see ‘im. He sounds like a real winner,” Looking up at him, you see an uncharacteristic frown on his handsome face. 

Giving him a small smile, you give his arm a squeeze back, “Thank you, Marco. I appreciate you.” 

Falling into a comfortable silence, your group enters a large hallway, music sounding from a large room at the end of it. You can already see drunk people stumbling around, people dancing, and drinks being poured every which way. 

A pit forms in your stomach when you notice a certain large, blond man, who's currently chugging whiskey straight from a Jameson bottle. His buddies are cheering him on, along with a few pretty girls that giggle at his ministrations. Seeing him, your group goes to the other side of the room, right next to the outdoor patio and the food table with random bottles of alcohol. 

Sasha immediately goes in for the kill, indiscriminately grabbing appetisers from the table, before shoving them unceremoniously into his mouth. You all laugh, including the drunks surrounding you, everyone knowing about the brunette's antics. 

“Damn, Sasha! Not even a minute in and you’re already mukbong-ing at the damn party,” Connie practically giggles, grabbing a few pizza rolls for himself. You all follow their lead, snacking on anything that is readily available. Ymir grabs a previously unopened Smirnoff bottle, taking a large swig without flinching, causing you to cringe in mild disgust. 

“Awe man, that must’ve been heinous,” Connie and Jean make fake gagging noises, causing you all to laugh, whilst Ymir rolls her eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, but at least I’m actually drinking. What’re you lightweights gonna do?” 

Jean grumbles, practically snatching the bottle from the tall woman, “Ya sure are good at peer pressure.” 

Snorting, she rolls her eyes once again, “All I did was call you a lightweight, maybe you’re just an undercover alcoholic.” 

Marco lets out an uncharacteristically loud laugh, causing Jean to glare, “I don’t wanna hear it from ya, Marco. Ya need to man up and-“ 

“Now, now, no need to argue,” You’d recognise that voice anywhere, not bothering to look in their direction, “There’s enough alcohol to go around.” 

Historia greets the blonde woman warmly, trying to lessen the tension, “Hi, Annie! There’s no need to worry, we’re just messing around.” 

The taller blonde scoffs, “Sure,” You can feel her cold eyes on you, as you all but curl into Marco’s side. The brunet holds you tight, also feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny, “Now, here’s a face I never thought I’d see again; how’re ya likin’ the party, (Your Name)?” 

You shift in discomfort, but force a tight smile onto your face, “Yes, it’s been a while. The party is pretty fun, right y’all?” 

Your friends murmur in agreement, whilst Annie hums, “I see, I’m glad yer likin’ it. Why don’t ya go say hi to Reiner? I'm sure he’ll be happy to see ya.” 

You drop your smile now, finally looking in her direction, “I don’t think I’ll be doin’ that. He looks content with his friends, and I’m sure as hell content with mine. Whilst it was nice seein’ you, I don’t believe I want to hang out with you. Now, if you’ll excuse us-“ 

You’re rudely interrupted by the previously mentioned man, “Wow! Lookin’ good, (Nickname)- not that ya never looked beautiful before- eh, ya get what I’m tryin’ ta say.” 

Reiner is slurring his words, swaying on his feet. You're surprised no one heard him coming, with all the stumbling he’s doing. 

“Thanks,” You respond simply, Marco’s taller and stronger frame still holding you close with an arm around your shoulders. Your friends shift in the tense atmosphere, staring at you to gauge your reaction. 

The blonds eyes never leave your form, somehow ignoring your dark haired companion, “Did ya come here ta see me? I always knew ya liked me the way I liked you.” 

There’s a beat of awkward silence, before Marco responds for you, “No, she ain’t here for you.” 

The larger man glares down at him, suddenly noticing him, “Who the hell are you, and why do ya have yer arm around my girl?” 

“She ain’t yer girl,” Ymir interjects boredly, grabbing the Smirnoff from Jean and taking another swig, “Her an’ Marco are an item, it’s best you understand that.” 

Marco shared a grim look, arm moving from your shoulders to your waist, “Yes’m, she and I have liked one another for a long time-“ 

Reiner laughs a great booming laugh, “Only like each other? Naw, she and I’ve loved each other for years, ain’t that right, (Nickname)?” He stares down at you with a soft look on his flushed face, and before you can make your opinion known, he continues, “Even tried to take ‘er to prom our senior year. I plan on marryin’ her.” 

Your entire group gawks at him, along with Annie. Whilst she knew he had very strong feelings towards you, she never realised just how deluded he was to reality. 

“No, you’re not. I’m not marrying a bully like you,” You all but snarl, gripping at Marco’s waist like a lifeline, “I’ve wanted you to leave me alone since high school, yet here you are, making a scene at a party. Leave me and my friends alone- I don’t ever wish to see your mug ever again.” 

Reiner looks absolutely gobsmacked, not expecting you to say something so final, “Now wait just a moment-“ 

“No,” Your brunet now-boyfriend interjects, “She don’t wanna talk to ya, please respect that,” He looks around at your group of friends, “Now, we best be goin’, I don’t want us to be in an uncomfortable situation any longer.” 

With that, you all leave, ingraining your disdain for the large blond man. 

You hope to never come in contact with him again. 

-

Standing at your front door, you gape up at the large blond taking up your door frame, wondering how you got into this situation. 

“What in the hell are you doing here? How’d you get into my apartment?!” You grip your house keys in your hands, as the disheveled looking man stands stalk still. 

You both stare at each other for a long moment, before the large man snatches you by the arm, and drags you inside. You try to stab at him with your keys, try to scream, but he cups his hand over your mouth, practically silencing you, all whilst seemingly unaffected by your jabbing. 

He doesn’t breathe a word, only slamming the door behind you with his boot clad foot, speeding through your front room that is littered with photos of you and Marco. He’d made it a point to get as many photos of you as he possibly could, buying frames from the dollar general when he’d printed them out. He’s currently in his last year of veterinary school, having finished his masters in business the year prior. You, on the other hand, had finished your (degree/certification) in (field) the previous year, and began your job not too far from Marco’s family farm. The two of you soon to be moving into your own home out in the Styx where your job and his farm is located. 

Reiner throws you into your and Marco’s shared room, slamming the bedroom door behind him, before locking it. The room is dark, and you can hear an eerie whimpering coming from the other side of the room. 

You begin to scream when you’re wrenched up from the ground and pushed onto your bed, only to be silenced once more by a wad of fabric being shoved in your mouth. 

“Darlin’, there ain’t no need to be thrashin’ like this- ya know who I am,” You feel his hands grip onto your shoulders, causing you to try to shove him off of you, try to roll around and fall onto the ground. This only causes the large man to grab your wrists, stopping you from removing the gag in your mouth, “Stop that! I ain’t gonna hurt ya, I swear! I just-I just need to show ya somethin’.” 

Within a moment, your bedside lamp is turned on, bathing the room in LED light that is too bright for your eyes. Blinking blearily, your eyes take a few moments to adjust. Looking around the room, you make out the outline of your beloved boyfriend. He’s tied to your vanity chair, mouth gagged with a pair of your panties, face swollen and bleeding, his eyes black and blue. You can make out red marks around his neck, which are also starting to bruise. He’s crying, you notice, which starts your own waterworks. 

Reiner’s free hand grabs your face, forcing you to look at him instead of your horrified boyfriend, “Now, there ain’t no need to cry. I know that boy took my place fer the past six years, but I’m here to reclaim ya. I made it big in the NFL, so there ain’t no need ta hold onto some middle class farmhand.” 

You begin to sob, noises muffled by the cloth in your mouth, as you shake your head in disagreement. The blond clicks his tongue in mild irritation. 

“Would you stop that? Yer actin’ as if I beat ya silly,” He throws an indignant glance at your boyfriend, “That freckled freak on the other hand? I let him have it- no boy can put his paws all over my girl.” 

Reiner’s huge, calloused hand rubs against the fat of your cheeks, a large smile present on his rugged face. 

“Yea, now yer all mine. I love you so much, (Nickname), ya don’t even know,” He releases your face, toying with the gag in your mouth, “Now, if I take this shit off, will ya be a good girl fer me?” 

Between your belligerent sobs, you nod, causing him to pull the cloth out of your mouth, “If-if you leave now, I promise we won’t report you to the police,” The blond furrows his brows in confusion, but you continue, “We can pretend like this didn’t happen, okay? I-I will see to Marco’s wounds and we will just-“ 

His mitt-like hand slams over your mouth, causing your teeth to clack together, “Don’t you say that- you ain’t doin’ nothin’ fer that boy. I’ll tell you what,” He leans in close to your face, “This is a moment of celebration- we can finally show the world our love. I got ya a real pretty ring, a big ‘ol house, and a dog that’ll keep ya well guarded.” 

You shake your head no, biting his hand, causing him to let go with a hiss, “I’m not going anywhere with you! You-you broke into my home, beat my boyfriend black and blue, and now you want me to play house with you?! Hell no! I want nothing to do with you!” 

Trying to yank your hands from his grip only causes him to tighten his hold, a hurt look on his face, “Ya don’t mean that, yer just overwhelmed.” 

“No, I mean it! You’re some sick creep who harassed me in high school, and now you’re trying to ruin my life! I hate you, Reiner Braun. I wish I never met you!” That seems to have pushed him over the edge, as he shoved the cloth back into your mouth, grabbing at your throat like a lifeline, causing you to momentarily choke. 

Marco’s muffled screaming can be heard, as he rocks back and forth in his chair, trying to break free, “Stop it! Yer just bein’ mean,” He lets up slightly on your throat before speaking again, “Ya must not believe me when I say I love ya, I reckon I just have to show ya.” 

Your boyfriend and you yell in protest, as he releases your throat in favour of pulling at your clothes. More tears stream down your face as you hyperventilate, panic and fear combining into an almost deadly concoction. 

The blond tears open your shirt with one hand, exposing your bra clad chest. He smiles a wide grin, taking in your breasts and tummy, “Ya look amazin’, darlin’. I’ve dreamt of this moment fer years.” 

With that, he makes quick work of your trousers, practically beyblading them off of your legs. He rubs his free hand over your right thigh, relishes how your skin feels against him. Reiner gives your hip a soft kiss, causing your body to jolt. The large man practically giggled at your reaction. 

“Awe, have ya not reached third base yet? Don’t ya worry, pretty thing, I’ll show ya how a man makes love.” 

You can’t respond, but you try to kick him off of you. The large man swats at your thigh, chiding you for your ‘transgression.’ The hit was probably light for him, but it felt like he bruised you down to the bone. 

“Now you best sit and let me love ya, (Your Name),” He grabs your panties and literally tears them off of you, exposing your cunny to the cool room. His eyes practically have hearts in them, “Wow, ya keep amazin’ me, darlin’.” 

The blond fiddles with your bra that’s still on your chest, thinking for a long moment, before he releases your hands and forces the bra off of you in one big swoop. He’s fast, but not fast enough, as you’re able to swing at him with one hand and remove the gag with the other. 

“Get the fuck away from me!” Your blow lands, but it barely does a thing. He probably has the world’s thickest neck, which causes your punch to hurt, but not do any damage, “Help! Help me-“ 

You try to scream for help, but he quickly shuts you up with a pillow to the face. You can’t help but think he’s going to suffocate you,  “You better right yourself, an’ do it quick. I won’t tolerate no brattiness, ya hear?” He doesn’t let up on the pillow, but you’re luckily somehow able to breathe correctly, “You best just sit back and enjoy, alright? No need ta be nervous.” 

You can hear Marco struggling, his own hoarse screams barely audible. Sobs still wrack your chest, as Reiner, with one hand, forces your legs over his shoulders one at a time. 

He is face to face with your pussy, his warm breath fanning over your thighs a cunny. The blond practically drools at the sight, which causes him to lose all sense of self control. He attaches himself to your clit, sucking on it like his life depends on it. You thrash and squirm, trying to get away from the feeling. He’s using too much pressure too quickly, making your head spin and body shake. Your hands try to reach up and push him back, but he simply grabs your wrists with his free hand, not once breaking his concentration. 

He’s sucking on you like his life depends on it, moaning into you, as if you’re the one giving head. He swipes his tongue over your opening, slightly disappointed at your mostly dry cunt. So, he forces his tongue inside of you, trying to find your g-spot, whilst he releases the hold on the pillow over your face, in favour of rubbing your clit with a rough thumb. 

Somehow, he finds it rather quickly, flicking over it in rapid succession. The pace of him rubbing your clit increases, causing his ministrations to become quite pleasurable. You try not to pay attention to him, not wanting to moan through your tears, but when your thighs begin to shake, both men in the room realise just how close to an orgasm you really are. 

Reiner pulls his mouth back, readjusting his fingers so two are thrust right against your g-spot, thumb still rubbing over your clit. His own drool and your juices coat his chin, as he grins down at you, “Go ‘head, sweet thing. Fun fer me, won’t ya?” 

You shake your head underneath the pillow, sobs becoming louder as you begin to orgasm around his fingers, unable to ignore the assault on your g-spot and clit. Your juices shoot out, coating even more of his face in your liquids, as Reiner looks down at you in awe. 

“Holy shit, darlin’, that was amazin’! Ya gonna coat my cock with squirt too?” Marco’s screaming reaches a peak, as he struggles so harshly, that the entire chair he was sitting on falls over. You try to yank your hands away from him, digging your nails into his rough flesh. The large man lets out a hearty laugh, “Don’t be shy, I ain’t gonna judge ya,” He finally releases your hands, allowing you to rip the pillow off of your slick face. Your eyes are red and weeping, face scrunched up in despair. 

“Let us go,” You cry, covering your chest with your hands, “Please! At-at least let Marco go. Your bullying should end with me-“ 

A stressed look appears on the blond’s face, “Darlin’, I ain’t bullyin’ ya, I love ya more than words can describe. But,” He casts the crumpled man on the floor a disgusted look, “He needs-ta know that ya only belong to me, he was jus’ a bed warmer in my absence.” 

“No, no he’s not,” A harsh sob stunts your words for a moment, “I’m gonna marry him! I love Marco, not you! How many times do I have to say it?” 

You try to move your legs off of his shoulders, but he grips your calves with a harsh grip. His fingers dig into the meat of your legs, causing you to let out a pained whimper between your sobs, “Fine, I’ll just show ya what ya’ve been missin.” 

“No! Let us go!” He releases your non dominant leg, fumbling with his fly, before pulling his large cock out from his trousers. You try to kick him in the face, but once again, it doesn’t work, “Stop fightin’ me,” He hisses out, teeth grit in ire. 

You curl into yourself, using your arms to replace your hands as you cover your face, entire body shaking with your sobs. He ignores your and Marco’s cries, looking down at your pussy, and guiding his cock into you without hands. His weeping tip catches in your opening, and you try not to look at what he’s doing to you. 

His cock has the same thickness as your wrist, multiple veins running down it, with a tip that’s somehow even bigger than the rest of it. It also doesn’t help that he’s long enough to slap against his own belly button. 

Marco continues to struggle on the ground, unable to see what’s about to happen to you. You wish so desperately to hold your boyfriend, for him to tell you that it’s alright. But, he can’t, and you’re currently in the embrace of a crazed man. 

With a quick thrust, the large man is fully sheathed inside of you, causing you to let out a high pitched wail. You weren’t wet enough to take him, much less stretched enough. 

“Take it out! Take it out! You’re too big-“ Reiner adjusts his hold on you, putting your left leg in the pit of his elbow, and holding your right leg in his hand. He reaches down to your clit, rubbing it once again with his large thumb. 

“Naw, yer fine, darlin’. Just-just give it a second,” You’re so tight around him, throbbing and warm, practically milking him. 

You continue to cry, struggling against him, but it doesn’t help. He still remains inside of you, stimulating your pretty clit. 

Soon enough, you loosen up, allowing him to give an experimental thrust. One of his veins rubs directly against your abused g-spot, causing a strangled moan to escape your throat. He halts his movements, a look of awe on his face. He’s never heard such a beautiful sound in his entire life. 

“Do tha’ again,” Your shake your head, still crying. Deciding to take it into his own hands, he begins a leisure pace, dragging against all of your sensitive spots with every move. You try to hold in your moans, but are unable to. They’re small and airy, eyes teary and rolling with every movement. 

Reiner’s heart is practically bursting with happiness, you feel so wonderful, and you’re so beautiful. He can’t believe that he’s finally able to show his love to you. 

His own tears brim his eyes, as he releases a choked sob, “I love ya so much, (Your name), ya just don’t understand.” 

You ignore him, trying to ignore everything happening around you, which causes him to cry even more. 

You’re so close to orgasm, throbbing and wet and tight. Reiner feels this, practically cumming at the feeling of your oncoming orgasm. 

“I love ya, please, please say it back,” You shake your head, back arching as he hit your sweet spot one too many times, causing you to cum for a second time. You gush around him pathetically, as he bucks into you like an animal in heat, chasing his orgasm through your own. 

He cums deep inside of you, spilling so much that your tummy feels bloated. His and your cum leaks out of your battered cunny, and when he pulls out, it’s like a torrential downpour. 

Reiner’s face is bright red when he takes in the sight of you, tears still rolling down his face as he realises that you didn’t say ‘I love you’ back. 

“I bet that boy ain’t make ya cum like that, darlin’. Can’t ya see that I’m the perfect one fer ya?” 

You say nothing, forcing your legs out of his hold, and rolling into a ball on your side, sobbing even louder than before, “I hate you! You-you’re a monster, how could ya do this to me?” 

He hears Marco sobbing like he heard the news of his mother dying, filling him with rage. If that son-of-a-bitch hadn’t taken his spot, you wouldn’t be throwing a tantrum. 

Climbing off of the bed and tucking his cock into his trousers, he yanks the chair back upright, disorienting the dark haired man. 

“I shoulda killed ya the first time I met ya- yer ruinin’ my relationship, ya piece of trash.” 

Reiner begins to punch at Marco, battering him even more than before. You yell, trying to get his attention away from your boyfriend, but it’s in vain. He isn’t listening anymore. 

So, you all but tackle the blond man, arms wrapped around his throat, using all of your body weight to pull him back. 

“What’re you doin?! Are ya tryin’ ta get hurt?” He stops his assault on Marco, trying to get you off. 

“Leave him alone! Don’t hurt him, please! I’ll do anything you want, just leave him alone!” You’re crying so hard you feel nauseous, head light headed and all. 

He relinquishes your hold, spinning you around to his front. His sheer amount of strength is terrifying, especially when he’s looking at you like you’re the sun in his sky, “Then stop this foolishness. Ya know yer actin’ crazy, talkin’ about ya hating me and crap.” 

You look at the love of your life, seeing him barely hanging on by a thread, and you make a choice. 

“O-ok, I’m sorry. I’ll behave. Please, just let him go.” 

#yandere aot x reader #yandere attack on titan #yandere reiner #reiner thirst #reiner x reader #reiner brainrot #dark aot #aot x reader #yandere aot

[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..”

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #aot x black reader #cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷 #black fem reader #black reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun x reader #plus size reader #aot au #football player reiner #black reader smut #football au #aot smut #aot drabbles #aot headcanons #reiner headcanons #reiner braun smut #reiner braun headcanons #reiner x black reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun fic #snk smut #snk au #snk headcanons #attack on titan au #attack on titan #thank you for this request fren!! I’m sorry it took so long 😫🙏🏾 #cw infidelity #queued posts

[nininikki]

having pro football player!reiner thoughts

#nikki talks ✶ #who else sees it??? #him with a southern accent… #*drools* #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x black reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x black reader

[tellmeumissme]

soccer player!ymir x fem!reader

synopsis: Ymir comes to visit you after a long day at practice.

warning(s): none

Don't steal my shit, I'll lose my marbles 🫂

You're working on a project for your science class wen you hear a faint tapping on your bedroom window and raise an eyebrow, walking to it to see your girlfriend tapping on it with a smirk, you roll your eyes with a smile and slide the window open.

"You can use the front door, y'know?" You say as Ymir tumbles through your window and lands on your floor with a thud. "Yeah, I could." she says, smiling and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, before plopping down on your bed with a sigh and snuggling into the blankets and stuffies.

You shut your window and sit down next to her on the bed, she looks up at you wordlessly, admiring your features, wondering how she got so lucky as you connect your phone to your speaker, putting on some random lo-fi playlist on spotify before sinking down to snuggle up on your girlfriend's chest.

"How was your day?" she asks, rubbing her hand up and down your back, you sigh contently. "It was okay, kinda boring, but whatever.." she hums and nods. "Reiner tripped and fell on his ass at football practice." you mention, and Ymir laughs, and it rumbles deep in her chest,

"Wish I could've seen that." She says, you laugh a little at the memory of the mud covering Reiner's ass as he continued practicing, and you and porco laughed and pointed from the bleachers. "What about you? How was soccer practice?" You ask, Ymir groans.

"It sucked, it rained yesterday and we had to practice anyways, Mikasa kept slipping on the mud and Sasha kept faking injuries to go eat on the bench. And don't even get me started on how bitchy Annie was today, she was like a one woman hurricane, she popped three soccer balls, Y/N, three!"

You listen with a soft smile as your girlfriend describes her day, occaisionally humming or laughing as she talks about how important it is to have a dry feild.

You start to drift off before Ymir pokes your cheek lightly. "You awake?" You nod, yawning and wrapping your arms around her with a smile.

She laughs a little. "go to sleep babe, it's been a long day. for both of us.." she says, you eagery slip into the warm comforting embrace of sleep, snoring softly as she rubs your back and places a soft kiss to your forehead. "Gonna marry you one day, Y/N..."

#attack on titan #aot #fanfiction #x reader #ymir x reader #ymir aot #ymir freckles #lesbian #fanfic

[swoftbambi]

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫🏈🎀

college football reiner who wins every single game of the season. who dresses up in a beanie, under armour shirt, and some grey sweatpants in the winter. he trains everyday, never skips a day at the gym, and always eats caesar salads even though he sometimes hates the taste of lettuce sometimes. he calls you whenever he’s staying late at the campus gym training and asks if you want him to pick up your favorite sweat treat when he’s out.

when you guys started dating he wanted you to be at every single game. cheering for him on the sidelines, wearing his home jersey with his last name on the back. whenever he sees you wearing your college sweatshirt and his jersey over it drives him wild. he thinks it shows that your husband that you’re dating a champion. at the start of the game, he asks you to put black face paint under his eyes he says it makes him look tough and cool.

after every game he loves coming back to your dorm. hot chocolate ready in his team mascot mug. he sits in between your legs on your couch, relaxes into your touch as you ice him and give him a shoulder massage. when you press your fingers into his neck he always lets out a groan and tells you to take it easy on him.

the football dinners, sports events, and meetings are his favorite part of the season. he loves seeing you dress up and hook onto his arm as he guides through all the other players. he loves how enthusiastic you are about his career. when he gets awards or medals he always gives them to you first. he says that you being his cheerleader and being his rock helped him through the hard times of playing football.

© 2022 all rights reserved flavoni do not copy, repost, edit, and/or plagiarize any of my works.

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[rrenzwrld]

if you catch my drift II

i added on to this.. a lot so here’s another part! read the first part here

The end of the week rolled around and it was Friday. Luckily, Sasha hadn’t mentioned Reiner this whole week up until now.

“Bae, I have an idea.” When Sasha started off anything by calling you “bae”, you knew she was up to trouble.

“Hm?”

“We’re going to the football game tonight.” And there it goes.

“What? Why?” It’s not like you had anything to do, you just wanted to get some studying in while you had no classes or anything.

“So you can actually see Reiner play. And didn’t I tell you that yall were gonna get together? I meant that.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled in frustration.

“Sasha.. it’s not that serious.”

“It is, it is that serious. You’re missing out on love and it’s disgusting,” She went over to your side of the room to rummage through your closet and drawers. “Ouuu you got some hoe stuff in here—“

“Sasha, can you not? I don’t even feel like going out tonight.” Especially if that meant only going out to have a chance at embarrassing yourself in front of your crush. Yeah, you were good on that.

After a bit of searching, Sasha finally found an outfit for you to wear

Which wasn’t that bad at all because you thought she was gonna pull out something a lot more revealing. Once you did all you needed to do to get ready, you and Sasha prepared to leave.

“Are you excited?” You didn’t know if it was excitement or just plain nerves with the way your belly did somersaults inside of you. Because what if you did get to talk to Reiner tonight? What if you ruin the interaction by being awkward or weird? What if you push him away? What if he pushes you away? All kinds of things went through your head.

“I guess…”

You saw Sasha roll her eyes. “Y/n, you gotta give me something to work with here! I can’t play matchmaker if you being miss grumpy grump.” She pouted.

“I’m sorry, Sash. I just really don’t wanna get my hopes up if nothing—“

“We’re here! And we early too? C’mon.” You felt like the car was barely parked the way Sasha got out so fast. The stands still had a decent amount of people and the line for tickets were long so you don’t know how early Sasha thought you were.

“Um, Sash?” She hummed as she stood happily in line beside you. “How early are we?” She checked her apple watch.

“15 minutes. Better than being late or we’d never get in.”

When you two did eventually get in, it was easy to enjoy the game even if you didn’t completely understand what was going on. Although you were cheering whenever everyone else cheered, it was a nice experience for your first game. And it became really easy when you finally found Reiner’s jersey number so your eyes were glued to his figure for the night. From the time you first saw him on the field, until the game was over.

“You see your bae?” Sasha teased as the two of you made your way down the stands.

“My bae? Now you reaching…”

“I’m telling you, it’s going to happen like you can’t run anymore at this point.” You loved her enthusiasm but you really didn’t feel comfortable having as much confidence as she did.

She held your hand and lead you to the gate in front of the stands and you saw that the players were still on the field.

“Sasha… the fuck we standing here for?” All she did was look at you and smile happily. You would’ve left but she was your ride so you just had to bare whatever shit she had for you.

“Reiner!” Sasha yelled so that not only Reiner heard, but the entire team heard and made them all turn around in curiosity. She continued calling his name until he began to walk over. You started to walk away from Sasha as Reiner got closer to the gate.

“Y/n! Where are you going? You can’t run anymore.” She whispered as she brought you back. The sad part was that she was right, you couldn’t run anymore even if you wanted to. Sasha was gonna make sure of it.

“Hey~ we just wanted to say that you played so good tonight.” You tried to be polite and hold eye contact but it just wasn’t happening.

“Yeah? Thank you..” But you weren’t the only one with wandering eyes. Sasha noticed the tension and made up some lie on the spot. She walked away from you two, pretending to answer her phone for an important call. You looked up into Reiner’s eyes for a second but you didn’t know what you wanted your eyes to say. Reiner didn’t know what he wanted his to say either.

“Hey, boo…” Sasha walked back over. “Something came up so I won’t be able to take you home…” She winced in advance, knowing you were about to blow up.

“The fuck you mean you can’t take me home? You made me come to this fuck ass game and you’re just gonna leave?” Maybe Sasha knew what she was doing, maybe she didn’t but she was taking a risk for you that you’d realize later.

Reiner jumped over the fence. “It’s cool, I’ll take you back ,” Sasha could almost smile. “If you don’t mind ridin’ sweaty.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n..” You rolled your eyes in response as you watched Sasha hurry away into the darkness like she actually had somewhere to be.

You and Reiner were left standing awkwardly before one another until Reiner broke the uncomfortable silence. “I’m gonna go, uh.. get my things. Wait here.” You watched him as he left to wherever to go get his stuff. You were thinking that maybe it was a good idea that you and your crush were left together but the biggest part of you knew that nothing would come of it. To you, Reiner was doing nothing but a good deed when he could’ve left you to fend for yourself.

#aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #reiner braun #reiner x y/n #reiner x black reader #reiner braun x black reader #college au #college athlete au

[diorsbrando]

♯ attack on titan.

❛ more published works, coming soon !

( ღ ) headcanons  —

kinks aot characters would have  |  their favorite rappers!, ft. aot men  | football!au headcanons |  club night! ft. various fandoms |

( ϟ ) drabbles/oneshots —

tatakae, ft. eren yeager  |  2AM, ft. jean kirschtein  |  football player!eren |

 ( ☾ ) longer fics —

veronica!, ft eren yeager  |  precious flower, ft. yandere!reiner braun  |  with you, ft. reiner braun  | 

#sailewhoremoon #sailwhore’s ship recs! #attack on titan #attack on titan masterlist #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot drabbles #attack on titan headcanons #black fem reader #aot x you #eren jeager #armin <3 #jean boy💕 #reiner🥺🥺🥺 #connie❤️ #levi😩 #zeke🥴 #snk fics