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daisynik7 · 11 months

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Give You Blue

Chapter 5: Dreams

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit (for mature content)

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Eren is in 3rd), implications of a panic attack and anxiety, language, angst, mature content, sexually explicit content

Word Count: ~3.9k

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Summary: Your friendship with Eren is taken to the next level. You have a sweet dream that turns into a nightmare. Eren tells his parents that he is considering changing his major. Author’s Note: What do we think of this chapter? I know it’s a bit of a slow burn, so I appreciate you sticking with this! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated. If you want to be tagged in the next chapter(s), please let me know! Divider created by @/mikeykuns.

You press firmly on the strings of the guitar, stretching your pinky as far as you can to reach whatever note Eren instructed you to. With a gentle strum, you play the chord. Well, sort of. It definitely doesn’t sound the way it did when he showed you. You drop your head, sighing. “Okay, it’s official. I suck at guitar.”

Eren sits crossed legged in front of you. “You don’t. Try again,” he encourages, a small smile on his face.

“I can’t get my hands to bend the right way!” You hold your palm out in front of him, twisting your fingers in all types of misshapen claw formations. “Admit it. I suck.”

“You don’t suck.”

“It’s okay, I’ve accepted it! And as my mentor, you should too. Say it.”

“I will not,” he refuses, folding his arms over his chest, smirking.

“C’mon, Eren! Look,” You play the broken chord again, louder this time, trying to prove a point. “See?! Say it!”

He chuckles, responding quietly, “Okay, maybe you do suck at this. Just a little bit,” pinching a small space of air between his thumb and index finger.

You set the guitar back on its stand, laughing. “Ha! I knew it. This tells me that I should leave this to the professionals.” You grin at him, hugging your knees to your chest as you sit across from him on the carpeted floor.

Ever since the game-night Eren hosted a few weeks ago, the two of you have grown closer. More often now, you find yourself in his room, chatting about life, listening to each other vent, watching a movie, or indulging in his wonderful guitar skills. He even attempted to teach you the stringed instrument; the key word being attempted. Being with him makes you almost forget the misery that you suffered at the beginning of this semester. Almost.

Reiner remains relentless in his efforts to contact you. While you’ve managed to avoid any personal confrontations ever since the last one outside your dorm, he hasn’t stopped reaching out through text. A few times throughout the week, he’ll call you, leaving a short message that’s along the lines of, “Hey, it’s me again. Call me when you’re ready to talk.” You never pick up, nor respond, and still, he tries.

You wish you were unfazed by it, but parts of you cling to the past. Deep down, it pains you to ignore him. Sometimes, you see him as Reiner, your best friend, the kid you grew up with. Protecting you on the playground, confiding in you during his lowest moments, picking you up during yours. And as much as you want to preserve those memories of him like a delicate treasure, one bad breakup is enough to shatter it. To make you realize that maybe the two of you should have stayed friends all along, and nothing more.

Surprisingly, you’ve been able to talk about this easily with Eren. Annie has always been your main confidant throughout, but her less than gentle approach sometimes leaves you defeated, as if you’re wrong for having these conflicted feelings for your ex. As much as you’d like to be completely, one hundred percent over him, it isn’t that simple. And with Eren, he understands that. Having no stakes in it, or knowing who Reiner is, he listens to your inner turmoil without judgment. He makes you feel normal.

He's been opening up to you, too, sharing his on-going struggles with his pre-med major and the impossible expectations of his father. He maintains that pleasant smile on his face, despite being crushed by whatever weight that’s been forced on him from an early age. A victim of suffering he’s been subjected to inherit, without any say. It’s his father’s burden that was passed on to him, to continue whatever legacy he thinks will help the world. Dr. Jaeger is always looking out for the greater good of society, never about his own family.

It’s been nice confiding in each other, not having to hold back for the sake of each other’s feelings. When you were with Reiner, you always had to be extra cautious around him, wanting to avoid saying anything that might hurt him. In Eren’s case, he’s never been able to be honest with his father. While he has his mother, he can’t always be completely honest with her, not wanting to cause any rift amongst his parents.

Eren is actually considering changing his major. He’s been in contact with Erwin Smith, getting an idea of what the process would look like. The senior has been more than helpful, alleviating any concerns he might have about the transition, even setting up a time to meet with his father, who works as a teacher at a nearby elementary school. Still, he’s apprehensive to make the final step, as expected. It’s a big decision, one that changes the course of his future. It might cause drama between him and his family. No matter what he ends up deciding, you’ve made it clear that you’ll support him through and through.

You check your phone for the time. “It’s getting late. I should probably head back to my room now before Annie gets worried.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, wouldn’t want her getting an ideas about us.”

“Oh, believe me, she already has. She’s convinced we’re dating,” you say, standing up.

He follows, stepping towards the door, fingers at the handle. “How scandalous! I can picture the headlines now: Anxiety-ridden RA whisks beautiful resident off her feet to run away into the sunset together.”

You beam at him. “Now that’s a story I’d love to read.”

He smiles back. “Me too.”

Recently, there’s been a shift in energy between you two. There’s no denying it: you are attracted to him, both to his magnetic personality and his charming looks. But there’s this everlasting guilt in the pit of your stomach, preventing you from pursuing anything romantic with him. Simply imagining it brings you shame, like it’s inappropriate to think about. Obviously, you and Reiner are over, maybe for good. And you’re almost certain he’s been with other women since, at least, that’s what your self-conscious mind theorizes. So what’s stopping you? Is it fear? Fear of working hard at another relationship, only for it to crumble before your feet, like it did with your ex? You can’t take any more heartache. It’s easier to avoid it all together.

As you’ve said before, the easier road isn’t always better. And the optimistic, love-sick fool in you believes there’s a chance at a happy ending, this time with Eren instead of Reiner. It’s new, foreign territory, a journey filled with the unknown. Is it worth the risk?

For now, you keep these thoughts buried in the back of your mind. You value your friendship with Eren, enough to not ruin it. Besides, you’re unsure how he feels about you. Maybe you’re better off as friends and nothing more, just as it should have been with Reiner. And while this hurts to realize, it’s better for everyone in the long run. There’s no room for heartbreak if you don’t give your heart to anyone. It’s that simple, right?

He holds open the door for you, leaning against the frame. “Sweet dreams.”

“You always say that,” you giggle.

“Well, that’s because I mean it. I really hope you have some seriously sweet dreams tonight.”

You step out into the hall slowly. “Thanks, Mr. RA. I wish the same for you, too. Goodnight.” With a final wave, you head into your room, cheeks pleasantly warm with a bright smile on your face.

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“You’re beautiful.”

Eren lays beside you in bed, cupping your face in his hand, thumb brushing delicately along your cheekbone. He leans closer, lips brushing yours into a gentle kiss. A rush of heat radiates to every inch of your skin, electricity buzzing through your veins. “I want you to feel good,” he whispers, mouth grazing your ear, fingers sliding down your throat and to your chest, resting his palm over your heart. You hold your breath as he touches you, nervous to be vulnerable with him.

Sensing this trepidation, he pulls away to look at you, tipping your chin towards him to meet his gaze. With a comforting smile, he says, “It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

And you believe him. At his words, you’re at ease, letting his hands caress your body, stripping you naked. He scatters kisses on your neck, trailing down your stomach, slowly making his way between your thighs. Peering up at you, he asks, “Can I taste you?”

You nod, eager to feel his tongue on you.

He latches his lip on your arousal, licking and slurping at your clit. Your fingers are bunched in his hair, feeling his head thrash side-to-side against your pussy.

“Fuck, Eren. Feels so good,” you moan, indulging in the pleasure.

At the mention of his name, he suddenly stops. When he raises his head to look at you, it’s Reiner. He crawls up to face you, nose-to-nose, sneering. “How could you do this to me, Coco? Cheating on me with your fucking RA? You fucking bitch.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed and in shock, limbs rigid at your sides, unable to move. You’re trapped beneath him, the air growing thin, making it difficult to breath. As you suffocate, he grabs your face in a rough grasp, seething the words, “Cheater, cheater, cheater” over and over again…

You wake up with sweat beading on your forehead, blanket twisted around your limbs. Guilt weighs heavily on your chest as you take deep breaths to calm down. It was a dream, thankfully. Reiner’s never called you a bitch before. It was the worst version of him your mind could think of in the form of a nightmare.

Sitting up in bed, wiping the perspiration from your face, you recall Eren’s uncanny farewell to you hours earlier. It definitely started as a sweet dream; the idea of you and Eren being intimate with each other has you flustered. All the times you’ve been alone with him in his room, elbows grazing, hands brushing, the shared looks that last seconds longer than they need to. It’s a leap of faith, to cross that line. And fear is what holds you back. Fear of failure, of falling in love to only stumble out of it again. Fear and guilt. It’s silly to feel guilty about it, especially since you’re the one who got your heart broken. But nightmare Reiner calling you a bitch and a cheater haunts you.

You lay back down in bed, fitting your head comfortably in your pillow. It takes a while longer for you to fall asleep; eventually, you do. And deep down, you’re disappointed when you don’t have another dream about Eren.

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Eren sits in an alcove on his favorite beach, watching the sunset on the horizon. He managed to catch this beautiful sight before he has to meet his parents for dinner. It’s their semi-annual visit; his father managed to squeeze him in on his very busy schedule. Lucky him.

He takes this time to lose himself, pretend that it’s just him and the sea, basking in the day’s last moments of sunshine. It’s too pretty to indulge in all alone. Suddenly, he has the urge to share this with someone else. Without thinking, he scrolls through his contacts, finding the one person he wants to talk to. The resident from Room 104. His friend.

It takes two rings until she answers. “Hey, are you okay?”

He smiles to himself, amused at her immediate concern. He realizes now that he’s never actually called her before. They’ve texted plenty, exchanged funny tweets, greeted each other good mornings and goodnights. But to hear her in his ear, as if she’s sitting beside him, feels right. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just called to say hi.”

There’s a beat before she responds with a simple, “Hi.” He can practically hear the rounded cheeks on her face. His chest swells, happy he decided to dial her number. “Where are you right now?” she asks.

“I’m watching the sunset on the beach,” he replies, wiggling his toes into the sand.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s beautiful here. It puts my mind at ease.” He wants to add that her soothing voice has the same effect; he decides to keep that to himself.

She hums. “Sounds like paradise. Where is this, exactly?”

“It’s my super-secret spot. No one knows about it, not even Armin or Mikasa. You have to be really special to know about it.”

She laughs. “I guess I’ll have to charm it out of you, then.”

Too late. He unsure exactly when it started, but lately, Eren has been seeing her in a different light. From the first time they met, even though snot and tears as she cried over her ex because of a cupcake, he was drawn to her. In a weird way, he felt a connection; she’s going through her own struggles like he is. Everyone around him is having a fabulous time, nailing their classes, partying like there’s no tomorrow. And he never resented his friends for enjoying their college experience. He felt left out. Different.

And maybe it’s true: misery really does love company. However, being with her is far from miserable. Although they confess to one another their strife in life, it’s cathartic, like a cumbersome burden gradually easing away. When they’re not complaining about annoying exes or overbearing parents, they’re sharing new memories together, learning more about each other, solidifying that bond. That connection.

He likes her, enjoys being around her. Sacrifices precious study time to teach her guitar, though she really does suck at it. He forgets about the unending quizzes and tests he has to constantly prepare for because he’d rather sit on his carpeted floor, snacking on Pocky Sticks or eating Chinese takeout with a movie playing on his laptop. He’d choose her over textbooks any day because being with her is like an escape. A breath of fresh air when he’s otherwise suffocating from the pressure.

Before he realizes, he’s saying, “I’ll show you this one day. You’ll love it.”

“Does that mean I’m special?” she teases. He pictures her on the other line, smiling with the phone pressed to her ear, lying in bed. All cozy in the sheets, probably in some dainty pajamas. The hem of her shirt riding up, exposing that cute belly. Maybe she isn’t wearing a bra, nipples peaked through the fabric…

He’s officially lost it. Face hot with shame, he rattles his head, as if doing so will eliminate the naughty thoughts occupying his mind. Swallowing hard, he answers, “You are special. Very, very special…” It comes out awkwardly. His cheeks are sweltering with both guilt and embarrassment now. What’s going on with him?

Luckily, she seems to think he’s still normal, replying, “You’re special too, Mr. RA. Thank you for being such a good friend to me.”

Friend. He has to remind himself that they’re just that, and nothing more. If only she knew the effect he has on him. Would she give him a chance?

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he knows it’s his mom texting him that they’re on the way. It’s his cue to head back into town. He reluctantly says goodbye, nothing else incriminating coming out of his mouth. With one last glance at the ocean, he turns around towards his car, dreading what’s to come.

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Less than an hour later, Eren and his parents are sitting around a table at an Italian restaurant downtown. The waiter serves their drinks, iced water for Eren, two glasses of red wine for his parents. His mom is holding over most of the conversation, catching Eren up on all of the family news. He doesn’t care, but he likes listening to her talk. It’s relaxing for him, allows him to not think about anything else. That is, until his father starts speaking.

“Eren, Zeke’s been telling me you haven’t been performing well in Organic Chemistry. Is that true?”

What a fucking snitch. It doesn’t surprise him; Zeke’s always knocking Eren down a peg so he can look taller in the eyes of their father. And while he says he means well, he actually doesn’t. However, this is a good opportunity to segue into what he actually wants to discuss. “Yeah, dad. That’s true. Ochem is really kicking my ass right now.”

Dr. Jaeger takes a swig of his wine. “Do you need a tutor? I’ll give you money to hire one.”

Eren tips his water into his mouth, gulping slowly. He’s getting nervous, second guessing himself if he should really say what’s been on his mind for the past couple weeks. Before he chickens out, he decides to go for it. “Actually, I’m considering changing my major.”

The silence is loud, even with the other patrons clinking their dishes and chatting away. His mother stares at him, eyes wide and mouth parted open. His father swirls the alcohol in his hand, staring at the liquid whirling around the glass. It lasts for at least a full minute, or at least, that’s what it seems like to Eren. He’s tempted to add, “Just kidding!” to make this painfully uncomfortable quiet disappear.

Finally, his father speaks. “If this is your idea of a joke, it’s not very funny, Eren.”

“I’m not kidding.”

He leans forward, inspecting his son’s face carefully. “What would you change it to?”

Eren taps his foot nervously beneath the table, responding, “Education. I want to be a teacher.”

His father barks a cruel laugh, startling your mother and the neighboring table, who stares, intrigued. “Teacher? You want to be a teacher? Eren, this is ludicrous. I’m not going to waste my money on your tuition for you to become a teacher.”

“What’s wrong with being a teacher?!” Eren snaps.

“I’m paying for you to become a doctor. Teachers don’t make any money.”

Eren mumbles, “Not everything in life is about money.”

“That’s a very naïve mindset. How will you support a family without a decent income?”

“There are plenty of teachers who can afford to raise a family, so I don’t see how that’s relevant.” And besides, making more money doesn’t automatically mean you’re a better parent. Prime example is Dr. Jaeger himself, but Eren knows better than to throw that back to him.

His dad shakes his head, massaging his temples as if he’s got a bad headache. “You need to hire a tutor, Eren. The courses are difficult, but getting a tutor will help.”

“It’s not just that, dad. I’m not happy. I don’t want to be a doctor.”

His mom chimes in. “Honey, are you sure you’ve given this enough thought? This is a big decision.”

He nods. “I have. It’s been on my mind for a while now. And I know in my heart this is what I want.”

She gives him a small grin, glancing at her husband, who’s reeling in his seat. “Grisha, it’s going to be okay.”

“Carla, this is his future. He’s ruining his life.”

Eren scoffs. “Dad, is it really that bad?”

He glares at him. “You were supposed to take over my practice.”

“You have Zeke.”

He continues to rattle his head, freaking out. “If you change your major, I will not pay for the rest of your tuition.”

It’s a threat. Eren’s prepared for the worst. “I’ll get a job, take out loans. If you don’t want to support me, fine. But that’s not going to change my mind.”

It’s silent again for what seems like forever. Suddenly, Dr. Jaeger stands up, tossing his napkin from his lap onto the table. “I can’t listen to this anymore. Carla, we’re leaving.”

“Grisha.”

He stares at Eren dead in the eyes. “You were supposed to be special. I had very high hopes for you, Eren. Now, you’re just a disappointment.”

It’s words. That’s all it is. Eren has to remind himself that. Sticks and stones, right? But the disdain on his father’s face, the contempt dripping in his frown, all of that combined with what comes out of his mouth so easily, without a hitch in his breath. It breaks his heart. He is not prepared to hear this. While it doesn’t completely surprise him, it still hurts. He fights the tears, gulping down the sorrow building in his throat. Drinking the remaining water in his empty cup as his father storms off, his mother chasing after him, pleading with him to come back. Eren waits a couple of minutes, hoping they return, that his dad apologizes and takes back what he said. It doesn’t happen. His phone vibrates and reveals a text from his mom.

Mom: I’m sorry honey

Mom: We’re driving back home now

Mom: I will talk to your father and I will call you later

In the worst timing possible, the food they ordered minutes before disaster is served. Eren asks the waiter to package everything up, no longer hungry. After he pays the check, he drives back to campus, grip tight on the wheel, listening to whatever music is on his playlist at full volume. Trying to drown his father’s words replaying over and over in his head. You were supposed to be special. I had very high hopes for you. You’re just a disappointment.

He parks the car in his usual spot, sulking in the driver’s seat for a little while longer until he exits, carrying the heavy bag of pasta towards his room. It’s a Friday night, and of course, the dorms are empty because everyone is out partying, not being a disappointment to their parents. He approaches his door, leaning forward to press his forehead against, feeling like he’s at the bottom of the barrel, trying to claw his way out somehow. He can’t call his mom because she’s probably too busy dealing with the aftermath. So, he dials the only other person he knows will listen. The only other person he can rely on.

She picks up his call quickly, after one ring. “Eren?”

He thinks he can hear her faintly down the hall from inside her bedroom. His feet shuffle towards Room 104, dragging the to-go bag of food along with him. “Hi,” he greets, sullen.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” She sounds concerned, and in this fucked up state he’s in, it’s what he needs. Someone who cares.

“No, I’m not,” he sniffles, tears rolling down his cheeks. “It was a mistake. I should have never said anything.”

“Where are you?” she repeats, more frantic this time. From outside, he can hear her bed squeak as she hops off it. The swish of a jacket. The jingle of keys. Seconds later, she opens the door, finding him already standing there, begging for comfort.

And it’s not weird when she hugs him, wrapped around his torso, her face nestled into his chest. She fits into him like a puzzle piece, a missing one he never knew he needed. This is the closest they’ve been, probably the most they’ve ever touched. Yet something about this is familiar. Maybe it’s the warmth radiating from her affectionate embrace. Or the way he instinctually bows his head to nuzzle his nose at the top of her head. This is what he’s yearned for, dreamed of. Someone who looks at him like he’s worth something, even when other’s see a failure. Someone who holds him tightly with every fiber of her being to make sure he knows he’s loved. It’s in the way she presses her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. How her hand massages small circles onto his back, chanting, “It’s okay, Eren. It’s going to be okay.”

And with her in his arms, he actually believes it.

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averysmolbear · 1 year

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CW: This features a female or afab reader. There’s talk of their menstrual cycle and all that that includes (albeit not graphically or anything). There’s maybe a pet name or two in there. Reader and unspecified “boyfriend” are both adults in this scenario. It’s also an established relationship with the reader and their boyfriend living together.

A/N: I wrote this because I’m going through it right now and it’s cathartic. I won’t be offended if anyone passes on reading it because of the subject matter. I didn’t include any specific character as the “boyfriend” in this and any characters I tag for it aren't the only characters that you could replace “the boyfriend” with when you’re reading this. I just tagged some of my faves and a few others.

You really should have been prepared for this. You knew it was coming, even if you couldn’t always time your period down to the day. Usually you stocked up in the days before you assumed your period would start but this month you had been so stressed that you hadn’t been paying attention.

You didn’t notice all of the usual signs. Sure, you were maybe a bit more emotional than normal but with everything going on lately, it was easy to assume it was just the stress piling up on you. You dealt with bouts of insomnia regularly as well so that didn’t even register as a sign of what was to come.

Now here you were, laying in bed, curled up in the fetal position — or as close as you could get to it — as you felt the cramps kicking your ass. They weren’t always this bad but this month was clearly not going to be kind to you. You weren’t in tears but you certainly weren’t looking to move any time in the near future.

The problem was that you kind of needed to get out of bed. You moved slowly, uncurling yourself, as you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. You could hear the tv on in the living room but you missed the sound of your boyfriend’s footsteps as he made his way down the hall to pop his head into the bedroom.

“Hey, babe?”

You looked up and forced a smile. After all, you didn’t want to be a bother. You had dealt with this sort of thing for years now. You didn’t want to make him deal with it too.

Your skin, however, was paler than usual and there were dark circles under your eyes. Your boyfriend had noticed you tossing and turning last night which is why he let you sleep in this morning without trying to get you up when he got up. But it was getting later and he had only wanted to see if you were hungry. Now, however, he was worried.

“You feeling okay?” He walked over to sit down next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders when you rested your head on his shoulder. “What can I do to help?”

You looked up and could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You shrugged and when he nudged you gently, you sighed, giving in.

“I just want to curl up on the couch,” you finally said. “Can you help me?”

His brow furrowed and without you asking, he scooped you up and carried you into the living. He carefully set you down on the couch before standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.

“What do you need?”

You started to shake your head but he frowned and you know that putting up a front wouldn’t work. “Can you grab me a glass of water while I run to the bathroom?”

He nodded, already piecing together what might be going on. He watched you until you disappeared down the hall and then he got the water for you as well as some of your favorite snacks, making sure there were more sweet than savory options for you.

When you got back to the living room, you had changed into a pair of his sweatpants, drowning in them but comfortable. He smiled softly and handed you the water and gestured to the table filled with snacks. You softly laughed before taking a couple of pills to help with the pain and swallowing it down with a couple of sips of water.

He pulled you close so you could rest against him while you stretched out a bit on the couch. He handed you his phone, already opened to a delivery app.

“It’s almost noon. Pick something for lunch,” he explained as you looked up at him. “Whatever sounds good to you. And if you need me to run to the store, I can. Whatever you need, okay?”

You nodded, your attention drifting to the phone as you felt your boyfriend press a soft kiss to the top of your head. After picking something to order, you handed the phone back and snuggled in as much as you could, the warmth of your boyfriend’s body helping to soothe some of the pain you felt.

He rested a large hand on your stomach, slipping it innocently under the bottom hem of your shirt. As you glanced up, you saw him looking down at you with a light blush on his cheeks. You happily sighed and scooted just a bit closer to your boyfriend.

You might not feel the best right now but at least you knew he didn’t see you as a bother today. And hopefully a lazy day at his side would help as well. You knew he was going to spend the rest of the day pampering you but today, of all days, you were going to let it happen because you knew you needed it today more than ever.

And sometimes it was nice to be reminded that you weren’t a bother and that your boyfriend would move heaven and earth to make sure you were taken care of.

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pinkmirth · 1 year

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⸻ 𝒢ℒ𝒰𝒯𝒯𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒮!

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

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

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

ℐ𝒩𝒮𝒫𝒪 𝒯ℛ𝒜𝒞𝒦 — loveeeeeee song; rihanna, future

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 2 months

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~| Yandere! Reiner Braun x Female Reader |~

Inspired by @seiyasabi go check out her version.

Modern AU

“Sorry Reiner. I already have a date for Prom..” Y/N muttered quietly. “I hope you can find someone else to go with.”

Y/N L/N. The prettiest girl in all of Shingeki High School, rejecting Reiner Braun, the most popular boy in Shingeki High School. Girls would faint just at the sight of Reiner in the hallway whilst boys would stare in awe at Y/N skipping along the pathway. The two would seem like a power couple if put together but behind the looks and fame, there was a layer no one thought about.

Annie stood nervously beside Bertolt and the other sports players, who stood behind Reiner. He put down his sign reading out ‘Will you go to Prom with Me?’ As he stared down at the shorter girl.

”What do you mean you have a date? Who the hell is he?” Reiner asked.

”It’s Jean. Y’know from our old school?” Y/N asked as she nervously looked at the people behind him, wanting to leave. “We have been dating for a few months now..”

”Why didn’t you tell me? No, drop that loser Y/N. Trust me, it’ll do you good. You and I can go shopping for your dress if you want! We’ll get photos together and-“ Reiner began to rant.

”I-I’m not going to drop my boyfriend. What wrong with you? I just said that I can’t go with and I hope you find someone else to go with.” Y/N scolded as she took a few steps back.

”Oi Reiner! Don’t tell me you’re going to let her reject you like that?” One of his friends teased.

”Shut up Porco!” Annie whisper-yelled as she nudged him.

Y/N quickly turned around and looked at Ymir and Krista who were also uncomfortable. They had to meet up with the rest of the group so they quickly left the arguing group. Reaching the Cafeteria, Y/N sat next to her boyfriend and her best friend, Sasha.

”Hey babe!” Jean said as he wrapped and arm around her waist, bringing her in closer. “What took you so long?”

”Oh just another guy asking me to Prom..” Y/N muttered, trying to change the topic.

”How many guys is that now? 9 or 10..?” Sasha asked teasingly.

”Haha very funny Sasha.” Jean said as he turned back to Y/N. “I think those guys don’t understand how much I love you Y/N. Don’t worry about it though! I’ll save you if any of ‘em think of touching you!”

Krista awkwardly looked at the couple before turning to Ymir who was much braver to speak about certain topics.

”Reiner asked her out.” Ymir bluntly said, gaining everyone’s attention.

”Ymir!” Y/N and Krista yelled.

”R-Reiner?!” Marco spluttered out. “What happened then? Are you all okay?”

The rest of the conversation was awkward as Y/N explained the situation she had to face and how she explained how she told Reiner she was in a relationship with Jean and was unable to go with him.

”Good luck fighting him, Jean!” Connie said as he bit into his sandwich.

”Shut it Caillou!” Jean grumbled before looking at Y/N. “Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

”I didn’t want you to think about it.. you’re already mad about Reiner and his friends’ behaviour towards this group.” Y/N explained.

“It’s okay Y/N, as long as we are all together I don’t think Reiners going to harm our friend group.” Krista explained.

”Let’s change the topic now and talk about how amazing I’m going to look at Prom!” Jean joked, trying to change the subject.

”You’ll look as good as any other horse in a suit!” Sasha said as the table erupted with laughter.

“Damn.” Jean muttered under his breath as he looked at Y/N in awe.

She was wearing her Prom Dress which was her (f/c) and her hair was let down as her face glowed under the disco lights.

“Sorry I’m late Jean-“ Y/N began to say.

”When did I get so lucky?! You’re like an angel who just dropped from heaven!” Jean complimented in which Y/N blushed at. “Say uh.. how about when this is over, we play Super Smash Bros?”

”You’re on!” Y/N quickly said before dragging him to the table that everyone sat at. “Hey guys!”

“Y/N you look so pretty!” Krista complimented.

”Sometimes I wonder how a guy like Jean landed a girl like you Y/N.” Ymir jokingly said as everyone laughed and ate small appetisers.

The night was full of fun. Y/N had been asked by many guys to dance in which Jean stepped in and refused to let anyone touch his girl. Sasha unsurprisingly ate all of the snacks near their table and had to be restrained. Krista and Ymir danced to the slow music whilst Connie pulled out his Spanish moves on the foreign music. Marco stood next to Jean as his hype man whenever he needed support.

“Y/N! Looking hot as always!” A voiced yelled out from the distance. Turning around Y/N looked back to meet faces with Reiner almost as if he rushed over quickly.

”H-hey Reiner.” Y/N said as she took a few steps back and looked for Jean.

”Say, how about you and I leave this place and have a bit of fun? We can bring my friends if you’d like, they like you a lot.” Reiner suggested.

”N-No thanks.” Y/N quickly said as she turned to run away, only to be pulled back forcefully.

“How about you and I dance? You did come with me, no?” Reiner asked as his hand gripped her arm.

”L-let go. And no I didn’t come with you, I came with Jean.” Y/N stated.

”Again with the horse-faced bastard.” Reiner mumbled angrily. “Forget that loser and hang out with me!”

”L-Let go of me right now! I mean it!” Y/N said as she looked at his friend group. “Annie! Help me please!”

In an attempt to get away from him, Y/N ended up hitting her head against a pillar and falling unconscious. Jean looked around for his beloved girlfriend only for her to be in Reiners arms, unconscious and blood dripping and trickling down her forehead. Marching over there he quickly grabbed Y/N back and held her close, knowing Reiner hurt her.

”What the hell is wrong with you, you bastard!” Jean yelled as he tried leaving. “If she said she doesn’t like you then don’t do anything to her.”

“I just wanted to dance with her! I didn’t think she’d resist-“ Reiner began to say as he blocked him.

”That’s not the fucking point! Move out of my way, I have to get her to the nurses office.” Jean said as he walked off.

Marco and Connie stood beside each other as they quickly rushed Ymir, Krista and Sasha off the dance floor and explained the situation and how they should leave now.

”Shit, we should’ve known Reiner would do something.” Ymir muttered. “Should we get going?”

“What happened to Y/N?” Eren asked as he walked over to them.

”One word. Reiner.” Connie said before crossing his arms over his chest.

”What did he do?” Armin asked as he stood beside Eren, looking back at the exit.

”He knocked Y/N out! That meathead doesn’t understand how-“ Ymir begun to mutter.

”Hows the party been for you guys?” A voice asked from behind. Turning around, the group saw Pieck and Annie who stood quietly.

“Good, we’ll be going now.” Ymir bluntly said as she exited with the rest of the group.

”S-sorry about her, she just means to say we have other plans for the night.” Marco said before dashing after them and dragging Sasha away from the food.

”Reiner, they didn’t stay.” Pieck spoke into her phone.

“Shit, those guys really piss me off. Don’t look for me, I’m taking a break..” Reiner said before hanging up.

Years had passed from then and Y/N hadn’t seen Reiner in so long. She continued her life with Jean during college and stayed close with her friends too. Any mention of Reiner was prohibited and all was nice. The group also didn’t mention Prom as it was also one of the worst and best nights of their life.

”Guys, have you heard of the party tonight?” Connie asked.

“There’s going to be 20 different parties in just a day, be more specific Baldie.” Jean said before biting his omelette.

“I think it’s a frat party-“ Connie began to say.

“Oh hell no, anything but a frat party.” Y/N said as she sat back.

”What?! They have all kinds of alcohol, why on earth would anyone pass up an opportunity to go to a frat party?” Ymir asked.

”It’s a frat party.” Sasha simply answered.

”Come on! Think about it guys, we never go partying cause of exams but none of us have any exams now.” Connie begged. “There will be snacks.”

”I want to go!” Sasha quickly said at the hearing of snacks.

”You already know I’m going and so is Krista.” Ymir said as she sipped her drink.

”I am?” Krista asked only for Ymir to quickly cut her off and say that she was.

”I guess I’ll go if everyone else is going.” Marco said as Y/N and Jean agreed and decided to go along too.

Later that night, they all arrived at the dorm party and walked up to the door. The ‘bouncer’ was average height, had a hat but it was flipped around and he had sunglasses.

”Who the hell are you?” Ymir asked confused. The guy pulled down his shades to reveal his familiar hazel eyes and quickly just nodded and allowed them in.

“There’s plenty of drinks and snack inside.” The guy said quickly covering his face again.

Walking in, the group had no where to even walk as it was so crowded. In the distance, Y/N could see a group playing beer pong whilst another group was chugging down as much alcohol as possible.

”Sheesh! I didn’t think Frat Parties would be this crowded.” Connie said as the group walked over to a nice seating area.

“Really?” Jean said before scoffing. “I’m not surprised, you never think with that big ass head of yours.”

”Hey!” Connie said before sitting down next to Sasha, who had already started eating food.

”How’s the party so far?” A voice asked from behind. Turning around the group saw Pieck after years, in the same position ads they last saw her. Nothing had really changed in her appearance since then so the group instantly recognised her.

”How are you here.?” Krista asked nervously.

”I got an invite from a friend that goes here. Porco is the bouncer so he’s not getting any time to himself.” Pieck said.

”I knew he looked familiar!” Ymir mumbled before drinking a beer.

”That’s nice, the two of you here and partying like everyone else..” Connie muttered before turning around to grab a few snacks.

“Oh it’s not just us two, Annie and Bertolt are here as well. So is Marcel, Colt and even Reiner.” Pieck explained, making everyone freeze. “You should say hi to him Y/N, he misses you a lot-“

”N-no no. I’m quite alright, I don’t want to meet anyone else tonight-“ Y/N began to say.

”Y/N!” A deep voice yelled out in the distance. Jean slid a hand around Y/N’s waist, protectively as Reiner made his way towards the seated area. He was most likely drunk due to his constant stumbling but soon he finally reached the table.

”It’s been a while Y/N! Looking hot as ever, just like in High School.” Reiner said before sipping on a beer.

”Thanks.” Y/N muttered before leaning into Jean, uncomfortably. A wave of awkward silence passed until Marco spoke up like the responsible one he was.

”How’ve y’all been?” Marco asked only to be ignored by Reiner.

”I’ve been missing ya Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Reiner asked as he tried slinging and arm around her but failing.

”She doesn’t want to talk to you, leave before you make everyone else more uncomfortable.” Jean said.

”Oh it’s you. Horse-face bastard.” Reiner muttered before turning back to Y/N. “How about you and I get outta here and have some fun together baby?”

”Get away from me Reiner. I don’t want to do anything with you so get out of my sight, you don’t even attend this college so you might as well get of this site!” Y/N said.

”Y/N let’s go.” Jean whispered as he intertwined his fingers with hers whilst taking her by her hand and dragging her out, Sasha following after them.

”I-it was nice seeing all of you.. I guess.” Marco said as he rubbed his nape and followed Ymir and Krista.

”No it wasn’t. It was a pain in the ass, I completely approve of what Jean did.” Connie said to both Reiner and Marco as he quickly followed after Marco.

”For fucks sake, those stupid friends of hers are still tailing her like lost puppies.” Reiner groaned as he pulled out his phone and went on social media.

”R-Reiner, what’re you going to do now?” Annie asked nervously, looking at sweaty Bertolt.

”Maybe you s-should let her be with Jean-“ Bertolt stuttered out.

”No! I refuse to let him even touch her, especially in front of me.” Reiner exclaimed. Porco came rushing in, hair messy and hat thrown onto his shoulder.

”I tried to stop them from leaving but that freckled girl punched me!” Porco yelled angrily. “Reiner, get yourself a plan or else I’m leaving this shitty friend group.”

”Don’t worry about it, I got a plan alright.” Reiner muttered before going towards the Beer Pong game.

Finally moving in with Jean was like a dream come true. The apartment looked really modern and cute, littered with photos of the couple.

Walking towards the stairs, Y/N made sure to say hello to the old lady that lived next door to them. She quickly looked away from the mailboxes and turned to Y/N, making sure to compliment the beautiful lady.

”How’ve you and Jean been? When are you getting married?” The sweet lady asked.

”Hopefully soon, we’re still trying to figure out some sort of plan for the near future.” Y/N said as she giggled at the lady’s question.

”You guys must be having a guest over tonight. He walked into your apartment today, I could hear Jean just so happy and loud.” The lady said.

”Guest? I think Marco or Connie must’ve come over then.” Y/N muttered before smiling. “Thanks for telling me! Hope you have a good day.”

Y/N walked up the stairs to her apartment and knocked on the door, groaning at the fact that she left her keys inside.

“Jean, it’s me! Open the door, I have the snacks that we wanted.” Y/N said before the door slowly creaked open. Pushing it open, Y/N looked into the dimly lit apartment and walked in slowly. “Jean? Where are you?”

Slipping her shoes off, Y/N turned to close the door and walked further down the hall only to have a large, rough hand cover her mouth whilst a massive arm pulled her into the figures chest. Her screams were muffled and her attempts to escape this unfamiliar person’s grasp were unsuccessful.

”Darling calm down. It’s only me.” The deep voice muttered. In the corner of her eye, Y/N saw her High School nightmare, the drunk frat guy, Reiner Braun.

Quickly dragging her to her shared bedroom, Y/N was pushed onto the bed and sat paralysed. As the light flicked on, Jean was tied up, on the ground, bruised and muffled with a dirty rag. Just the sight of each other made tears form in their eyes.

”Jean!” Y/N yelled as she got up to go to him, only to be stopped by Reiner.

“Sit down princess and don’t make a sound or else.” Reiner threatened.

”Or else what?! You broke into my apartment, beat my boyfriend to the point where he’s bleeding and you expect me to shut up?!” Y/N yelled trying to go to Jean.

Reiner quickly pushed her back onto the bed and grabbed a baseball bat that Jean had kept in the closet. Swinging it at Jeans stomach, his screams could only be heard from within the room. Tears dropped from his eyes and streamed onto his lips.

”Stop it! Stop hitting him!” Y/N yelled as her own tears flowed down her cheeks. “I’ll sit down and b-behave, just don’t hurt him.”

”Good. Now, in case you don’t know, Porco is in a car in the parking lot. Pack your bags now so I can take you to our new house.” Reiner demanded as he towered over her.

”W-what..? What do you mean new house?! I’m staying here with Jean-“ Y/N began to say.

”No you’re not. He’s been sleeping with what’s mine, talking with what’s mine, kissing what’s mine for years. Now you’re coming with me, to our home where I can treat you like you should be treated.” Reiner explained sternly.

”L-Listen. If you leave now, we promise not to tell the police. I’ll forget this ever happened-“ Y/N suggested.

”Shush darling, I’m not going to be listening to any of your nonsense right now. It’s either Horse-Face gets the beats or you listen to me like you’re supposed to and come with me.” Reiner said as he turned to loom at Jean is disgust.

Jean’s screams were muffled as he pleaded for Y/N not to leave. He loved her so much that he would take those beatings just for her.

”Y-You promise not to hurt him.?” Y/N asked.

”If you don’t want me to.” Reiner muttered before smirking like a psychopath. Y/N simply cried silently and grabbed a suitcase to start filling her bag, Jeans words couldn’t be understood, his throat going dry. Once her suitcase had been packed, Y/N looked at Jean and untied him.

”Y/N! Please don’t go! I’ll get help, I’ll send someone to hunt him down, just don’t go with him.” Jean quietly begged, eyes red.

”Jean, I promise we’ll find each other again. Just for now, please get treated and contact someone.” Y/N whispered before kissing him gently.

”Let’s go.” Reiner said in a deep tone before grabbing Y/N by her wrist and dragging her out with the suitcase in his other hand. She felt sick. She had just left her boyfriend in their shared apartment, to attend to his wounds by himself.

Getting in the car, Y/N was forced into the backseat and saw Porco at the front, not wanting to make as much eye contact. Reiner sat in the passenger seat and let Porco drive them off to their new house.

How long had it been? Captured and forced into a home where a lady could have anything, Y/N was stuck in her massive bedroom. She had been forced to live like Reiners wife and soon fell into depression after not seeing anyone but Reiner and his friends.

She remembered what it was like when Annie and Bertolt saw her, gagged and chained, tears falling down her face. How Annie muttered a sorry and how Bertolt reassured her that living with Reiner would be better.

Grabbing a Bobby pin from her drawer and tried unlocking her ankle chain. Y/N had never done this before but it was worth a shot, it was her only chance to escape. To some sort of miracle, it clicked open and released her, allowing her to get up and exit the penthouse.

Opening the door and rushing into the living room, Y/N bumped into Reiner who looked down at her in distraught. She stood still like she was paralysed and gulped before speaking up.

”R-Reiner!” Y/N stuttered out.

”What’re you doing out of your room..? No. How did you get out of your chain?” Reiner asked as he towered over her. “You were trying to escape again weren’t you?”

”W-what?! No! I love you so much that I could never imagine leaving your side. That’s why I left, because I missed you so much!” Y/N lied.

”Really?” Reiner asked whilst smiling before looking down at her again and blankly staring at her pretty face. “Y’know.. you nearly got me there darling. Let’s go back to our room, this time I’m shortening your chain.”

Reiners trust in Y/N had dropped back to zero once again and had to feed her, bathe her, dress her as an excuse of not trusting her to do it alone again. Eventually, this led to Reiner doing some ‘private activities’ on Y/N. He just craved her touch so much! How could someone blame him for wanting a child with such a beautiful woman.

Once she gave birth to a healthy baby boy, he just wanted to hold her so close to him, knowing that she was his. Seeing her grow a child in her stomach just made him want another, which led to him having another boy. Soon Reiner was a father of 4 boys, 4 boys that he would cherish and play with for the rest of his life. He would constantly thank Y/N for various things, only for her to nod silently.

“Mommy! Why don’t you ever smile at dad?” Aaron asked curiously as he looked at his mother who held her newborn close to her.

”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N simply said before lying. “I smile all the time.”

”Mom! Look at what I drew!” Matteo exclaimed before showing his colourful, messy drawing.

”Thats wonderful.” Y/N mumbled as she took the picture and smiled. She had to smile at her little boys or else it would raise suspicion. She would also get locked in her room once again, only given food or water every 4 days.

“Mom, the phone is ringing!” Aiden said as he handed the phone before getting back to his work.

”Hello?” Y/N said.

“Y/N! It’s me Ymir!” The voice on the other side said. “Get outta there! We’re here to save you, go to the front door and wait for Marco to unlock it.”

”Y-Ymir.” Y/N said as tears formed in her eyes. Quickly getting up and setting down her child, she rushed towards the door only to be grabbed by the arm by Reiner.

”I heard you say her name. That freckled bitch.” Reiner mumbled. “You’re not leaving, I’m going to go and break all of their skulls. Stay here.”

”N-No! No! I finally have a chance to leave, to leave this nightmare-“ Y/N began to sob as she fell to the ground, not caring if her sons saw.

”Dad? Is mommy okay?” Aaron asked quietly.

”Boys, go to your rooms for now. Mommy and I have to talk.” Reiner ordered.

The three boys rushed to their room, leaving Y/N and Reiner alone. Pushing her to the floor, Reiner rushed towards the door and grabbed his baseball bat and walked out the door.

After years of being abducted, Y/N had the chance to see her friends, family, her true love. After a long time, Reiner came back to the penthouse, his white shirt stained with red.

“No one’s getting in our way now Darling.” Reiner muttered as he smirked mischievously. He crouched down and cradled Y/N before kissing her temples passionately. “Go make dinner for us okay? I’ll go check on the boys.”

”O-okay.”

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amywritesthings · 4 months

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gingerbread sweet. / a reiner holiday ficlet

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

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

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

“Does the door look crooked to you?”

"The what?"

"The door. Look at it."

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

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

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

Because he's absolutely fucking determined to win.

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

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

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

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

"I think it looks straight."

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

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

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

“Reiner?” you coo.

“Yeah, babe.”

Flat. He’s in the zone.

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

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

“I can buy my own spa day card.”

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

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

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

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

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

He snorts.

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

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

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

You shrug a shoulder. “I could help.”

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

Right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s too wound up.

Distracted.

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

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

Reiner doesn’t even see it happening.

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, you got—”

“What?”

His hand gently cradles your jaw.

“Hold still, baby.”

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

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

God, he’s gorgeous.

He’s so fucking gor—

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

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

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

Oh.

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

Your entire body turns into flames.

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

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

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

(As if you could ever forget.)

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

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

(Marking a trail his lips will devour.)

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

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

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

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

He’s already won.

He has you, after all.

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captain-hawks · 6 days

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Reiner and brat taming?

reiner braun x f!reader + established jean kirstein x f!reader

In which Jean tells Reiner that he wouldn't be able to handle his bratty girlfriend in bed.

c: brat taming, oral fixation, spanking, masturbation, voyeurism, spit kink, implied threesome, band au

-> spicy sleepover

“Suck his dick.”

You turn to glance over at Jean as he takes another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing a bright orange in the dimly lit room. He’s sitting on the other side of the bed, leaning against the wall with one ankle hooked over the other, lips curled upward in the ghost of a smirk. A shiver runs through you. Tilting his head back, Jean blows a puff of smoke upward toward the ceiling before eyeing the man sitting beside you.

Reiner’s blonde hair is mussed and sweaty from the show they played earlier, his shirt long-since discarded on the floor of yours and Jean’s bedroom, tattooed chest on full display. He’s yet to work his way out of his jeans, though the zipper remains undone with his cock hanging out of his boxers. His shaft is hard and flushed red, courtesy of the way you’d unceremoniously climbed into his lap after palming him through his pants, thus unable to resist the urge to feel his long, thick erection pressing against the wet heat between your thighs.

He’s not quite as big as Jean (who had quietly snorted when you murmured as much, “Told you she’s a fucking brat.”)

—but still big enough that you know he’ll have tears pricking at the corners of your eyes once he’s seated inside of you, and the thought has your mouth watering.

You're not entirely sure how the three of you ended up here—an off-handed challenge caught somewhere between post-show beers and a suggestive comment from Reiner that had Jean sputtering out a laugh as he glanced at you fondly and muttered, "I don't think you could handle her."

Now, Reiner’s chest rises and falls steadily as he looks at you expectantly, and as much as you want to see just how deep down your throat you can take his cock, you can’t make things that easy for him.

You certainly don’t for Jean.

And by the way Jean’s been not-so-subtly pressing the palm of his hand against his steadily growing erection, you know he’s eager to see how this will play out, too.

“Make me.”

Reiner looks to Jean, who takes another drag before he nods.

“C’mere.”

You stare at Reiner, raising an eyebrow before you feign indifference, glancing down at your nails instead. Jean chuckles, and you wonder how long he’s going to let this play out before Reiner’s suddenly right in front of you, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“Did you hear me?” His voice is low and rough, and you can feel the calluses that litter his fingers from the strings of his bass guitar.

Though you nod once, slowly, you make no move to do anything else, and he notices, making an affirming noise in response. His hand slides lower, fingertips wrapping around your neck, and he leans in, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Only good girls get fucked.”

You place your hands on either side of his face, pressing a kiss to mouth before slowly running your tongue along his bottom lip. “And what about bad girls?”

“Baby, you’re really asking for it,” Jean laughs darkly, running a hand through his hair, his voice still a little rough around the edges from singing earlier.

Reiner traces his fingers along the outline of your lips, and your mouth falls open slightly of its own accord, inviting him to press two inside. An appraising noise rumbles in his throat as you take the digits down to the knuckle, a fresh flood of arousal dripping between your legs while you suck on his fingers.

“See, you do know how to use that mouth,” he murmurs, and you can’t help the little whine you let out with he pulls his fingers out with a pop. “Now open.”

The moment your lips part, Reiner gives your throat a gentle caress before muttering, “Good girl,” and spitting in your mouth.

This time, you outright moan, clenching your thighs together as you swallow his saliva, shamelessly opening your mouth in a silent invitation for him to spit in it again. Meanwhile, you trail a hand up his thigh, reaching for his cock.

“You want more? You wanna suck my dick now?” he asks, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip.

You nod, fingertips closing over his shaft, but he bats you away. “Too bad, get on your knees.”

Your underwear are sopping wet at this point, and sticky arousal now drips down the inside of your thighs beneath your skirt—the only two items of clothing you’re still wearing.

Following his instructions, you prop yourself up on your hands and knees and face Jean, whose lust-blown pupils are trained on you as he strokes his achingly hard shaft. Turning back to Reiner, you tease him with a lilt in your voice, “If Jean fits in both holes, you definitely will. So take your pick.”

Jean raises an eyebrow, biting his lip in amusement as he starts to jack himself off a little harder. Meanwhile, without warning, your skirt is shoved up and your underwear pulled off in one fluid movement.

“Count to ten.”

Before you can come up with another snarky response, Reiner’s palm comes down on your ass—hard. You let out a yelp, body singing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Reiner waits for you to comply, fingers ghosting over your dripping folds but denying you anything further.

You whine, and Jean shakes his head with a grin and silently mouths, “One.”

“One,” you exhale.

Reiner smacks your ass again, harder this time, and you nearly collapse forward, moaning as you feel fresh slick drip from your cunt and onto the sheets below.

“Jesus Christ,” Reiner murmurs, groaning at the sight before him.

“Yeah, she gets really fucking wet,” Jean adds helpfully.

It continues like this—Reiner spanking you, Jean mouthing the number you’re on because your lust-addled brain can’t keep up, not when all you want to do is moan and whimper and drool into the pillows.

“Ten,” you finally cry out, legs trembling hard as your needy, empty pussy spasms between your soaking wet thighs, sinfully close to the edge of an orgasm that you're on the verge of begging for at this point.

“Think she deserves it yet?” Reiner asks Jean, soothingly running a hand over your sore ass.

The mattress shifts as Jean comes closer, the familiar, comforting sense of his cologne invading your senses as he tips your head upward to look at him. His touch is feather-light as he caresses your face, mouth capturing your own in a heated kiss that nearly has you climbing into his lap.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against your lips, before pressing another kiss to your temple. And then to Reiner, “I think she deserves both of us now.”

#reiner braun x reader #reiner braun #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirchstein x reader #jean kirchstein #attack on titan #aot #attack on titan fanfiction #dee writes #spicy sleepover with captain-hawks

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astr0-physcs · 3 months

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Jesus Christ that Reiner and Jean fix was so good, could you write for a female Reader too? Thanks!!!

yes!! i'm so glad you liked it <3

mission(ary)

-Reiner Braun x Jean Kirschstien x f!Reader

-WC: 5k

-Warnings!:

Threesome, nipple play, oral, (F and M receiving) unprotected sex, praise, degradation

-A/N!

vvv happy that ppl want both versions! Thank you nonnie <3

The sun rose over the horizon bathing the cadets in a golden glow. Every morning started this way, all the cadets lined up, waiting for their orders. Captain Levi stood before them, the rising sun to his back. You stood next to Sasha, you both were standing shoulders back, fist over heart, eyes forward towards the Captain. Finally he broke the silence that had fallen over the group.

"Marco, you are heading into the Trost district with Sasha to make a supply run. There is a shipment under Commander Erwin's name”

The cadets gave a quick nod, not moving from their place in line.

“Alright. Mikasa, you will look after the horses.” One more quick nod.

“Annie, Bertolt, and Armin. Refill the gas chambers for ODM equipment.” Everyone nods in agreement.

"Eren." A beat of silence.

"Yes, Captain?" he responded, shifting slightly.

“Cleaning duty.”

A look of pain appeared on Eren's face. Nevertheless he agreed. A few people in the group snickered.

Caption Levi went on to the next assignment.

"Y/N, Jean, Reiner, Ewrin’s office. Special task for you.”

You swallow, uneasy. Typically, such missions required venturing outside the walls. The Captain moves on when you give him a nod. The recruits scatter when the Caption allows them to.

Reiner and Jean move from the other side of the line to you. A shadow fell over you from the two big men. Together you and the other two men walked to Ewrin’s office in pending silence.

You take the initiative to knock on the door and Erwin's calls for you to enter.

"Cadets," he utters from his desk. You approach his desk with Jean and Reiner on your tail.

"Take a seat." He gestures toward the chairs in front of his desk. With some hesitation, you take a seat, followed by the other two soldiers.

"You have been given a scouting assignment by Captain Levi and myself." Ewrin said, laying a roughly drawn map out on his orderly desk.

"You will leave at noon and end up here in the forest,” Erwin said, pointing to a marked spot on the map. “ Then you will need to be back here by noon tomorrow. You will then take note of where the nearest titan is. Also, you will need to get your supplies from the cadets who are in charge of the ODM gear.”

You give a respectful nod.

“I wish you cadets luck.” Ewrin said, getting to his feet and giving the cadets the salute.

The three of you quickly rise to your feet and return his salute.

Together, you exclaim, "Thank you, Commander, Sir!"

Silently, the three of you leave his office and head towards the gear room. You didn't know Jean and Reiner as well as you wanted to, and they were uncomfortable with each other. To put it mildly, it was awkward. The entrance to the gear room was opened by the three of you.

"Hey-"

"Armin, my friend!" Jean said, walking confidently towards the blonde.

Startled, Armin looked up, and dropped the gas canister he was holding. The sound of the metal hitting the hardwood floor echo off the stone walls. The room had been a dining room and was quite big. A large wood table and many wooden chairs that matched the dark oak of the table were set aside in the corner to make room for the gear supplies. A large chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling. This was still the only other source of light for the room, although it was covered in spiderwebs. Levi hasn't found it yet. Now the room was filled with ODM gear and shelves of grappling hook holsters. Armin recovered quickly, and picked up the runaway gas can.

“Armin, stop dropping stuff.” Said Annie from the other side of the room, where she was inserting some ODM. Armin nervously laughed and placed the gas into the gear. You and Reiner stepped into the room.

“Hi, Armin.” You say joining Jean in front of the small blonde man, sitting on the ground. He smiles back at you.

“Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you were talking to Commander Erwin?”

You nod. “Yeah, we were-”

“Yeah we did. Told us to go scouting.” Jean interrupted, rolling his eyes. “We need ODM gear.”

You glare at Jean, before turning back to Armin and saying “Can we please get ODM gear?”

"Oh, yes, definitely. Let me get you set up.” He looked anxiously at Annie and Bertolt, who were talking with Reiner.

"H-Hey Annie,can you help me get them ready?” He asked, getting to his feet.

Annie nodded once in agreement before walking over to the back to fetch the gear suits. Bertolt followed after a brief conversation with Reiner, and the blond returned to you and Jean.

"Thank you Armin." You called after him. Annie and Bertholdt return with three sets of suits and give one to each of you. You slide on the leather and tighten the straps until the outfit fits tightly around your waist. Annie and Armin grab the gas canisters, while Bertolt takes the grappling hook holders.

They move around you three, attaching the hefty metal to your waistbands. "Alright. You are all set. Good luck." Armin offers you a tentative smile. You give him a kind smile back. Jean taps your shoulder and you guys exit the building.

Mikasa stood outside with three horses, well equipped for the journey. You walk up to your horse, her name is Hope. She was a deep brown horse with a long black mane. Mikasa had gotten the saddles on all the horses and packed the bags on the side with food, water, tents, and other survival gear. You did a quick check of everything to make sure nothing was missing. The other two did the same checks as Mikasa watched on.

"Thank you." Reiner spoke, once he had checked everything and patted his house a bit. Mikasa nodded and reached up for her scarf. You turn to pet the horse, and Levi approaches you.

“I believe Erwin has already informed you, but you three are going to go to the border outside the walls and mark the location of the nearest titan. You are to return by noon tomorrow. Understood?”

The three of you saluted to Levi. “Yes Captain!”

He nods in acknowledgment. “Good luck cadets.” The Captain turns away and you relax your stance. Hopping up into the horse's saddle, you pet the horse and turn around to secure your equipment. Mikasa stood nearby, hand in her scarf. Jean turned around and said goodbye, and you and Reiner waved. Whipping the reins of the horse, you turn around and follow Jean to the exit of camp.

The ride to Wall Maria wasn't unbearable. You and Jean made some commentary, with quick inputs from Reiner.

“Okay, now that we're outside the safety of camp, everyone needs to keep an eye out for titans. We can't let our guard down.” Jean says

Reiner sighs. “ Jean, we get it. You don't need to remind us about the titans.”

You giggle and roll your eyes playfully. “Seriously, it's like you're trying to scare us”

Jean huffs. “Just tryna make sure everyone is alert, that's all.”

“Says the guy who can't keep his eyes off somebody's body for five minutes…” You mumble, smirking slightly. Jean whips his head around at you. “The fuck you'd just say to me?”

“Guys please. Can we just stick to the job-?” Reiner sighs.

“At least when I speak, I have important things to say. You just yap yap yap.” Jean shoots back.

You shake your head. “Jean, you're making this worse by arguing.”

“You're the one who started it!”

You hide the smirk threatening to appear. “Hey, I'm just saying what we're all thinking here.”

Reiner now turns to the two of you. “Can we not take things personally and focus on the mission here?”

“And why don't you mind your business? Not your fight here, pal.” Jean glares at Reiner, who side eyes him back.

“Jean, calm down. You're acting dumb right now.”

“I'm perfectly calm!” Jean shouts not so calmly.

You giggle. “Yeah keep telling yourself that, tough guy…”

Jean opened his mouth to speak, but in that moment, Reiners horse reared up, clearly spooked. Reiner yelped and slid off the horse and onto the ground. The horse bolted and Reiner groaned, shaking the mud off of his uniform.

Jean lets out a snort and the two of you burst into laughter, doubling over at the sight.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up you two…” Reiner grumbled, but a small smile appeared on his face. He wipes off the mud that got onto his clothes, and sighs.

“Let's go get your horse.” You say, still laughing.

The poor horse was off near one of the damaged houses, munching on grass. You and Jean grin as Reiner goes and tries to calm the horse. You notice how softly he pets the horse's nose and sighs softly. The animal nudges the blonde's hand a little and his smile returns softly.

Once Reiner hops back onto the horse again, the rest of the traveling was smooth sailing. Jean made quips at you, you argued back and Reiner tried to mediate, but gave up about halfway through.

The sky turned a milky orange hue with few clouds by the time the three of you made it to the designated camp site. You lead your horse to the nearby forest, with a small stream nearby for the animals to drink from. The cover of the forest protected you from being seen by the massive Titans. Reiner grabs the tent from his horse and lays it out on the forest floor.

“Alright. Who wants to help put up the tent and who wants to search for wood?” Reiner asks, standing up from where he was kneeling next to the tent.

“I'll go! I'm a very good wood finder.” Jean said confidently, hands on his hips.

“I'm sure you are…” You snickered. Jean glared at you.

“Ha ha, very funny.”

Your smirk widened. Glancing over to Reiner, your smile turns from devilish to slightly confused. Reiner appeared also confused, his dark hazel eyes flickering between the two of you.

“Reiner?”

“I don't get it.” He says bluntly. Jean grins wide.

“Looks like you're up!” He says, harshly patting your shoulder. His touch lingered a little too long, but it's not like you noticed, too busy being flushed with embarrassment at explaining the joke.

“S-so. Um. Y’know how sometimes people refer to… to dick-”

“Stop. I am sick of dick jokes.” Reiner held up his hand, his face twisting into annoyance and disgust. “You two have made so many dick jokes I wonder if your own dicks are a joke.”

You and Jean furrowed your eyebrows. “Hey!” you spoke simultaneously, then glared at each other.

“I bet you're right about Jean. I mean, the taller the man, the smaller the dick.”

Jean looked appalled. “Where in the world did you learn that?”

“A textbook,” you shrugged. “Maybe you would know that information if you decided to give reading a try.”

“Oh, you little-” Jean started forward, but Reiner braced an arm against his chest.

“ Jean, you're making yourself look stupid again. Go get firewood before it gets dark and you trip over yourself.”

Jean rolls his eyes dramatically. “Oh, for fucks sake…” He mutters. You impishly grin and he flips you off.

“Jean.” Reiner says. Jean groans and trudges off into the forest. You giggle and turn back to Reiner.

“Alright, you get to help me put up this tent.” He kneels down next to the camouflage tent. You lean down next to him and he hands you part of the tent, spreading the tent on the clearing. Reiner grabs metal stakes and poles, setting up the tent with ease and practice. You smile at him warmly, but miss the way his ears go red.

The sun began to dip into the mountains, casting a deep sienna color across the forest. Clouds turn a watery hue of pink and red, the forest beginning to cool down. Jean came back with wood, and set them down unceremoniously. He grinned at you and Reiner, placing his hands on his hips.

"Wood!" he exclaims. You nod.

"Very good observation, Jean." You say as if you were talking to a toddler.

He drops his hands and glares at you.

"Hey, set up the fire, why don't you?" Reiner interrupts, preventing Jean from opening his mouth to argue. Jean scoffs, so you stick your tongue out at him. You walk over to your horse and grab your knife and matches. Walking back to the small fire ring you had already created while Jean was getting firewood, you kneeled down and slipped the wood using your knife, then gathered the small slithers into a teepee shape. Looking around the fire ring, you found pine needles and dead leaves, the perfect heat starter. You grab as many as you can and place them inside your little wood teepee.

You strike a match and place it inside the teepee and watch as the dead pine needles and leaves go up in flames and burn quickly. As the wood you placed began to burn you added more until you had a good sized fire.

You squat down next to the fire and wrap your arms around your knees.

“What time do you think we should get up to mark the titans location?” Jean asks behind you. You don't turn, enjoying the warmth of the fire against your skin.

“Dawn. The cloud coverage will be good for us.” Reiner answers. The blond comes into your vision and sits next to you. “Nice fire you've made.”

You smile. “Thanks, Reiner.” He smiles back at you.

“Hey, I got that wood, yknow!” Jean marches in front of you, fists clenched by his sides. You glance up with a smirk.

“Yeah sure, but who lit the match and cut the branches after you oh so graciously dumped them here?” Jeans mouth opened like a fish out of water. He glanced around, trying to think of something else to say.

“W-Well… That, that may be true, but…” the brunette stammers. You raise your eyebrows. “But..? But what, Jean?”

Jean narrows his eyes, still trying to counter you. Finally, he shuts his eyes and sits down, irritated. You giggle softly, and Reiner smiles softly.

“Let's get dinner ready.” Reiner stood up and grabbed some prepackaged food from his bag. He tossed Jean a package, while gently handing yours to your outstretched hands. He then hands you a pot to boil the water. Once the water gets to a boil, you tear open the food and pour the hot water in, then you pour the water into the other boys packs too. Once it cooks and cools you enjoy the chicken and rice.

Finished with your meal, you hum happily. “Not bad for a prepackaged meal!”

Jean hums next to you, and you glance over. His eyes sparkle, the orange firelight dancing in his irises. He was looking at you like you were the only moment that mattered right now. Questions bubbled up in your chest, and you opened your mouth to speak. Reiner coughed, and you weren't sure it was coincidental. You catch his eye, and shut your mouth in shock. Reiners icy gaze was narrowed sharply. You shift your confused gaze back to Jean, who was still looking at you gently, orange firelight flickering in his eyes. He seemed to catch on to the tension Reiner was causing, but remained silent. The only sound that was emanating was the flickering of fire and the snapping of heated wood.

Reiner finally spoke, his voice thick and intense. “Did you want to say something?”

You reeled back, slightly stunned at his tone. Blinking, you shake your head no. His gaze doesn't shift, and you feel like a deer caught in headlights. After a heartbeat, Reiner slowly looks away from you. Your heart beat in your chest and you take a deep breath. Turning back to Jean, you notice that the brunette’s eyes haven't moved off of your face. Your cheeks heat up softly and you clear your throat.

“We should get ready for bed.” Reiner spoke again, spooking you. You look at him again, expecting a cold sharp gaze again. His blue eyes were softer than before, but he held your gaze with the same intensity.

“Yeah, yeah. You're right.” You say, standing up and brushing off the crumbs on your lap. Jean stands too, his focus still on you. Reiner watches you as you move around the fire, cleaning up after yourself. Then you put out the fire, making sure every spark was out. You move to your horses, who are sitting softly on the grass. You grab the sleeping bag that Mikasa provided and turn to Jean. “Where do you wanna sleep?”

“You're sleeping in the middle.” Reiners gruff voice called. You turn around, looking at him.

“Me or Jean?”

“You.” He said bluntly, his gaze focused on the supplies on his horse. You blink.

“That works for me.” Jean says calmly. You turn back to him. “Oh, alright. I'll go set up.” You walk to the tent and kneel down, entering inside. You roll out your bag and unzip it, waiting for Jean and Reiner. The blonde opens the tent and enters, making prolonged eye contact with you. You swallow nervously and glance away. Jean follows suit, entering the tent and smiling at you. The blonde rolls out his bag on your right, while Jean sets his things down on your left.

You begin unpacking your things, and notice both male gaze as you do so. Blush runs to your cheeks, but you don't look at either of them.

You set everything you needed to out for the night, and glance silently at your comrade. His gaze had fallen to the floor, the soft pink dusting his cheeks making him appear more genuine than before, when you two were arguing. He opens his mouth and closes it, like he was gathering the courage to say something.

“Good night.” Was the words that came out of his mouth. You smile softly. “Night Jean.” Turning to Reiner you repeat yourself. “Night, Reiner.”

Good night, Y/N.” he mumbled, his back already facing you. You lay down in your bag, not bothering to zip it up all the way on either side. Your eyes turned up to the tent ceiling. The heat of the dying fire radiated into the tent, and your heartbeat slowed.

You hear Jean turning around next to you, and you're suddenly aware of how cramped this tent actually is. His leg kicks out gently from the bag and sneaks into yours. You brush it off as an accident, dismissing the electric feeling that sparked through your body.

But then you felt his chest against your back. Your eyes shoot open. Gently, you try to shove him off and back into his own bag, but his calloused hands wrap around your waist.

“Jean…?” You whisper. Jean doesn't make a sound, instead pulling you closer. His breath was warm against your neck, and you shudder softly. His body curves against yours, cradling you with no escape.

“Jean-” You whisper again, but his thumb presses against your pink lips, silently shushing you. Your mind reels at how close he is, and how hot his fingertips seem to be. His other hand begins roaming down your body, slipping up your shirt and gently caressing your abdomen.

Finally, Jean speaks. His voice is rough and thick with lust.

“Tell me to stop, baby.”

Your cheeks heat up. Your body was reacting to the brunette’s wandering hands, shuddering and relaxing in his heat. You let your eyes shut, losing yourself in his hold. His hand on your abdomen reached higher and higher, until the pad of his finger was circling your nipple. A small, barely audible wine leaves your throat and Jean smirks against your nape. The hand on your lips slowly snuck down to your neck, holding you possessively. You whine again, and Jean pinches your nipple. You gasp and arch slightly, your ass pressing into his pelvis. He groans and nips your skin softly. Suddenly, he raises your tan shirt up to your collarbones, exposing your perky tits to the night air. You gasp again, slightly louder this time. Jeans' strong hand coaxes your neck to fall onto his shoulder, pressing your back into a perfect arch. You bite your lip and Jean begins groping your tit. Another noise, a whine, escapes your mouth. Jean pressed his mouth against your neck, sucking. Your body writhes, your dick slowly getting harder.

“Jean…” You choked out a whisper.

“Yes, baby?” He spoke slowly in return.

Abruptly, Reiner turned over to you, hazel eyes sharp.

“Could you keep-” His voice stops short at the sight of you, back pressed into an arch and chest exposed. “What…?” His voice lost its irritated edge, softening at the erotic scene laid out before him.

Embarrassment floods your body, your face turning red. You try to curl out of the arch Jean has you pressed in, but a solid bite on your neck makes you stop.

“Fuck…!” You squeak out, hands trying to cover your body. Jean takes his fingers off your boob and smacks your hand away.

“Jean, wait…” You plead softly.

“I think somebody likes the show. You wanna show off for him?” He murmurs in your ear.

He lets you tilt your head enough to look at Reiner. The blonde was watching intently, mouth slightly agape. His blue eyes were hazed over slightly, and his cheeks were flushed pink. You suddenly felt very self conscious about your chest being exposed, but Jean pulled you back into the arch he had you in. His fingers ghost over your nipple again, before tugging harshly. You squeal, your hips rutting softly against nothing.

“You want a taste?” Jean asked, loudly enough for Reiner to hear. Jean twists your neck softly and presses a kiss to your lips. He breaks away, then slots his mouth between yours. His tongue wrapped around yours, and he bites your lip, tugging it before pulling away.

Reiner shifts again, not knowing what to do with his body. Jean slides his mouth down your neck again, lightly biting and kissing your heated skin.

“Can I…?” Reiner said softly, his breath bated. Jean releases your neck so you can look at him with half lidded eyes. You nod, biting your lip. “Y-yea…” You moan again and Jean tugs your nipple again. Reiner breathes out softly and moves a hand tentatively to your other tit. He pinches it softly and you whine.

“Do…do you like that?” Reiner breathes.

You open your mouth to respond, but it ends up as a high pitched moan. Jean tugged on your tit harshly.

“Course she does. I mean, just listen to the way she moans.” He says, holding your nipple out for a minute before relaxing it. “Give it a try.”

Reiner swallows, fingers still resting on your chest. He gives a tug, and your hips jerk in the air. Breathy moans escape you, no longer trying to stay quiet. Reiner shifts his body closer, and leans down. He looks up at you, carnal desire threatening to take over. He presses his mouth to your tit and bites gently. An erotic whine erupts from your mouth, and your hips jerk. Everything was so hot, you could barely stand it. Your hand goes out to palm Jean through his pants and he groans quietly.

“Want these off, baby?” He whispers into your neck.

“Yes, fuck-! Y-yes, please…” You whine. Jean snickers.

“Such a good girl. How could I possibly refuse?” Jean’s hand on your chest slid down to his pants, undoing the zipper and sliding them down.

You could feel every movement, his body pressed right against you.

“You too, pretty girl.” He whispered. Reiner moved his hand to the boob Jean had abandoned, and gave it a harsher squeeze. You moan again and whine and the blonde’s tongue swirled around the sensitive tit.

Jean slid his hand down your pants, undoing the zipper and sliding off the restraining material. Your body shudders, now being nearly completely exposed to the night air. Your thighs shuddered, pussy dripping slick. Reiner suddenly left your chest and slid up to you.

“Sit up.” He said bluntly. Jean let go of your body so you could slide out of the sleeping bag. You gave Reiner a hazy quizzical look, but your confusion disappeared when he sat up too, grabbed your waist, and spun you around, back to his chest. Reiner pulled your shirt over your arms and head, then pressed you against his body. His hands go back to tugging your chest and you throw your head back, unable to silence your moans.

Jean smirks and places himself in between your legs.

“Open up, baby.” He said, then gently spread your legs apart.

Your pussy made a slick sound as Jean pried your folds open.

“Damn, fuckin’ gorgeous clit youve got.” Jean whistled lowly.

“Th- Thank- ah-! Thank you…!” You spoke in between whines. Jean pushed in a slender finger, pumping in and out, eliciting a pornographic moan from you. Your hips stuttered, trying desperately to fuck yourself in Jean’s hand.

Reiner leaned down to your ear.

“Desperate, are we? Such a slut…” He muttered. His words went straight to your clit, and your body jerked. Jean pressed the flat of his tongue against the bundle of nerves and a string of whines fell from your lips. You nearly arched off on Reiner as Jean pressed his tongue inside your clenching hole. Your clit pulsed hotly against Jean’s nose, meeting your lust filled eyes.

“W-wait, gonna-” You try to warn, before Jean sucks harshly at the same time Reiner pinches your nipples. Hot cum exploded in the brunette's mouth, and you nearly screamed. Jean swallowed and smirked, before rising up to make out with you.

“Taste yourself.” He said before sliding his mouth against yours. Bitter cum flooded your taste buds, but you were too fucked to care. Jean broke away and gently pried your body off on Reiner.

“Ass up, slutty.” Jean said with a smile. His hand presses you into a perfect arch, your tight holes displayed for Reiner.

“Shake your ass.” Jean said again, and you wiggle your ass gently. Reiner smacked it hard, and you jolted forward with the force. Jean pressed his cock to your lips, smirking. “Be a good girl and return the favor, hm?”

You open your mouth, letting your tongue roll out. Reiner pressed his precum slicked cock against your pussy lips and you whined. He shoves himself in, and you fall onto Jean with a breathy whine. You could nearly feel the blonde in your throat, if it weren't for the actual dick reaching your esophagus. Your eyes roll back as the pleasure, your hole gushing again.

“Gooood fuckin’ girl. Tight hole you've got.” Reiner groans.

Jean’s wolfish grin returns again. “You a virgin, honey?”

You nod softly, tears falling down your cheeks as you gag on Jean. He barks a laugh and thrusts down your throat. You choke and gag, spit running down your chin. Reiner grabs your hips and begins pistoning into you.

“Fuck, fuck fuck…” The blonde muttered as he hammered into your G-spot repeatedly. Jean leans back, the force of Reiner’s thrusts enough to move you on his dick. You nearly lose yourself in the pleasure, feeling their dicks twitch with each thrust and gag. Your pussy spurts all over again, your hole clenching around Reiner.

Jean coos at you.

“Doing such a good job. ‘I'm gonna cum down your throat, alright?” You don't hear him, the sound of Reiner behind you too loud and graphic.

“Fuck, close, baby. Lemme cum inside, okay?” Reiner says, and slaps you on the ass again when you don't respond. You jolt forward and whine hoarsely in agreement. Reiner twitches once, twice, before he buries himself to the hilt inside you. He pressed you to the base of Jean, who threw his head back and moaned as he came in your mouth. You suck him clean as he stares at you, panting hard.

Jean grabs your head and gently pulls you off his dick, smiling at your fucked out expression. Reiner pulls out and wipes his dick on your ass poorly before tucking himself back into his pants. You collapse, exhausted. Jean laughs fondly, and you pass out right there.

The last thing you remember is big hands shifting you back into your sleeping bag, the soft sound of the zipper and two kisses pressed against your forehead.

The next morning you woke to sunlight. You blinked, and immediately jolted out of bed. You thought you had missed your only task, marking down the Titans. You wince as you try to move, your pussy and stomach throbbing. Suddenly, the tent unzipped and Jean poked his head in.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Don't worry, we marked down the Titan’s location.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, nearly plopping down back into your bag.

“Did you get enough beauty sleep?” Jean asks.

“Yeah, no thanks to you two. My whole body hurts. How the fuck am I supposed to ride back to camp?” you complain.

Jean rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Figure it out yourself. I'm not the one who got fucked dumb last night.”

You glare at him. “Yeah cuz you get no hoes. Literally bitchless.”

Jean gasped. “You mother-”

“Good morning, Y/N. I hope you slept alright.” Reiner shoved Jean out of the way, who yelped. You smile. “I did, thank you.” Reiner smiled back.

“Good. We're packing up now. If you need a cushion, I can give you my cape.” Reiner offered, glancing away.

“Kiss ass…” Jean muttered from outside the tent.

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spaceisout · 1 year

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Reiner being an absolute sweetheart

Pairing: Au!College Reiner Braun x F!Reader

Warning(s): a bit of sadness and being distant, also him just showering you in compliments <3

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harunovella · 2 years

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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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pornstar reiner manspread as he lazily fucks his flesh light, while we sit on all fours in front of him. A smug look on his face, grinning as he sees us squirming around. His thick cock nearly pulsating and popping through the silicone..and he can barely waiting to do the same to us. “You see that, baby? Daddy’s gonna stretch that pussy out just like this..” tossing his head back with a guttural moan rising from his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob up and down in the process. Edging himself along, knowing he wants nothing more than to be inside of you. One premature nut already housed inside of it and seeping down the sides. “Gonna look so good with my dick coming through your stomach..you’d like that so much, wouldn’t you?” But it’s even better to see you tremble in anticipation. Squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to not touch yourself; afraid that even the slightest brush might send you into overstimulation. So wet that you’re practically leaking. That pathetic glare in your eyes almost too adorable for him to bare, along with the pleading for him to fuck you already but he’s not done quite yet. “Aht, aht..you know what to do if you want it.” Only leaning forward to delicately cusp your chin with his fist still enclosed around that toy, pat your cheek and chuckle.

“..beg.”

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Give You Blue

Chapter 4: Alone Together

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit (for mature content)

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Eren is in 3rd), angst, language, a bit of fluff

Word Count: ~5.7k

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Summary: You and Annie attend a dinner at the Mu Phi sorority house on campus. Reiner, on his way out of Delta Delta, ambushes you on the walk back to your dorm for a less than pleasant conversation. Later that week, RA Eren hosts a game-night for his fellow residents. But, with it being on a Friday right after midterms, he's disappointed when it flops. Fortunately, someone comes to his rescue. Author’s Notes: Hope you enjoy this one! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated. Please let me know what you think, I thrive off of reading your comments! If you want to be tagged in any future chapters, please let me know! Divider created by @/mikeykuns.

“Eren, are you paying attention?”

Armin waves his hands in front of his friend’s face, snapping Eren out of whatever reverie he’s stuck in. He shakes his head slightly, grinning. “Sorry, Armin. Sort of zoned out for a minute there.” They sit next to each other on Eren’s bed, watching a movie on his laptop. It’s Saturday night, and Eren actually agreed to be social today.

Armin taps on the space bar, pausing the film. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Are you sure you’re getting enough sleep?”

The real answer is no, but with Armin, he’ll only worry if he knows the truth. “Plenty. All eight hours,” Eren lies. In reality, he’s getting four hours tops. He stays up late studying, then spends the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed, anxious about the future.

Oblivious, Armin responds happily. “Good! Living by yourself is already paying off. Sometimes I wish I could have my own space. The frat house can get pretty noisy, especially with Connie as a roommate.” He chuckles, reaching towards the bag of chips between them.

“Connie’s a blast to be around, though. I’m sure you’re having fun.”

“Yeah, I am. You should really come by the house.”

“Maybe. When I have time.” In all honestly, he has no intention of stepping foot in that frat house. Not because he has a disdain for Greek life; but because it’ll only show him what he’s missing out on. He already feels that way whenever he catches up with Mikasa and Armin, both thoroughly enjoying their college experience still.

Mikasa returns from the bathroom, hopping on the bed to squeeze next to Eren. “What did I miss?”

“We ended up pausing the movie anyways, so not much.” Armin passes the snacks to Mikasa, who throws a handful into her mouth.

They continue the movie, Eren’s mind drifting into space again. He’s already thinking about the upcoming chemistry midterm next week, how he hasn’t fully memorized the amino acids and their structures yet. And how he has to schedule a date to meet with Hange Zoë, a senior doing research in the lab, to see if he can shadow her for a month. On top of that, he’s planning on hosting a small event at the dorms, something to help his residents let off some steam after exams. It’s all too much. He wants to sleep and pretend that none of these obligations exist.

The credits roll on his computer screen. He blinks, fully unaware of what transpired during the movie. His friends hang around for a few more minutes before leaving to head to a party somewhere else on campus. Once again, he’s alone.

He is not motivated to study tonight, already burnt out from the last couple of days. Instead, he practices his electric guitar, working on a particular riff of this song he likes, replaying it over and over through his headphones. He loses himself in the music for a while, the closest thing to an escape that he can reproduce inside his own bedroom. Fingers sore from picking and strumming, he decides to call it a night. Face washed and teeth brushed, he snuggles under the covers, glancing at his phone. 11:00 PM. Wild night, he thinks to himself, laughing.

Suddenly, his brother’s name flashes across the screen. “Zeke?”

“Eren, hey. You’re not sleeping already, are you?”

“Nah. But I’m in bed.”

“On a Saturday night?”

“Yep.”

Zeke chuckles heartily. “Oh boy. I can already hear it in your voice. Welcome to the club, little brother. Your descent into med school hell is starting.”

“Yay, can’t wait,” Eren responds sarcastically. “Anyways, what’s up?”

“I wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. Clearly not well.”

“I’ve been better.” He keeps his answer vague on purpose. With Zeke, he doesn’t go into too much detail with the emotions he’s experiencing. As much as he respects his older brother, the two of them don’t always see eye-to-eye. While Eren usually acts out of emotion, sometimes to a fault, Zeke is detached, unable to empathize with what his younger brother is struggling with.

“Is dad still giving you a hard time? I heard he wasn’t happy with your last quiz grade.”

Eren ignores the urge to ask how he knows about that, already aware that they talk about him behind his back. “I told him it was weighted, so technically I passed.”

“Well, you know how the old man is. Technicalities don’t really matter to him.”

He rolls his eyes, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, almost regretting picking up this call. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying you should study harder.”

He’s fighting to keep his cool, his body tense with anger. Before he loses it, he mutters through gritted teeth, “Okay, thanks. I actually gotta go now, bye.”

“Eren, I’m just trying to help – ”

He doesn’t wait for Zeke to finish his sentence, already tapping on the red button to end the call. Now, with his mood ruined, he’s not sure if he can fall asleep. He wishes it was still daylight, specifically the golden hour when the sun sets. It would be the perfect time to head to his favorite spot: the beach that overlooks the shimmering expanse of blue ocean water separating Paradis and Marley. He discovered this area recently, on one of his drives that he takes to temporarily escape. It brings him peace, even if the moment is fleeting.

Instead, he scrolls through his contacts, tapping on his mom’s name, holding the phone back up to his ear. When her familiar voice greets him on the other line, the tears start flowing and he spends the next half hour confiding in her.

~~~

You and Reiner cuddle in bed, his nose nuzzled to the back of your neck, spooning you. Bertolt is home for the weekend, leaving the room to yourselves.

“Coco, are you still awake?”

You hum, snuggling closer to him, on the verge of sleep. He swallows hard behind you, as if he’s nervous. “I think I want to live in the fraternity house next semester.”

This gets your attention. Surprised, you turn around to face him. “What?”

“It’ll help me bond with my brothers better.”

“But we were supposed to live together.” The two of your agreed quite early in the semester that you would live together in one of the on-campus apartments. This news comes to you as a shock, since he’s never mentioned wanting to live on Greek Row, until now.

“I just want to try it out for a year, baby. When we’re juniors, we can find our own place off campus, so we can do whatever we want.” He pulls you closer, kissing your forehead. “Everything is going to work out, okay? You can wait a year, right?”

Of course you can wait; that’s what he asks you of, so you’ll do it. But you don’t want to. You had all these exciting ideas laid out in your head: cooking meals together, relaxing on the couch in each other’s arms, being alone without worrying about parents or roommates barging in on the two of you. Being together all the time.

“Coco, say something.”

It’s easy to get upset. Make a fuss and yell at him for being selfish. Simultaneously, you feel guilty for thinking this way, like you’re the bad girlfriend for disagreeing with it. For wanting him all to yourself.

“Okay,” you finally respond. “I’ll ask Annie if she wants to live together again, I guess.” It’s a compromise for the sake of making him happy. Because more than anything, you want him to be happy.

He smiles, kissing you on the lips. “You’re the best, you know that? I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You wake up, back in your own bed, Annie’s soft snores filling the quiet of the room. A quick glance at your phone shows you it’s only 4 AM in the morning. It’s been a few days since you dreamt about Reiner, a new record since the break-up. Still, whenever you do, it hurts as much as it did the first night.

He never warned you about wanting to move into the fraternity house. It came out of nowhere, a total and complete blindside, much like when he broke up with you. He’s been this way for a while, making rash decisions and springing it on you without a mention of it beforehand. You always end up going along with it, forcing yourself to accept it without disagreement. You never could stand up for yourself, thinking it was less hassle to bend for him than to argue about it. When you’re with someone for so long, the easy road seems the obvious choice, compared to one that has bumps and cracks along the way. But just because it’s easy, doesn’t mean it’s better; it doesn’t always lead you to the right destination. And maybe that’s why you are where you are now: lost.

It’s been almost two weeks since you saw him on that rainy day. Two weeks since he sent you that text message, which remains unanswered. There’s been moments where you stared at the screen, fingers ghosting the keyboard, wanting to send him a reply. Somehow, you’ve resisted those temptations. In the end, it’ll only lead to more heartache. The memories haven’t kept you up at night as much as it did before. Thankfully, your sleep schedule is back to normal, except for nights like this. You’re doing better each day. Annie’s two words to you are on constant loop in your head: Baby steps. Any progress, no matter how little or big, is still progress. As long as you don’t go backwards into a downward spiral.

Later in the week, Annie extends an invitation to eat dinner at one of the sorority houses on campus, Mu Phi. Hitch, a close friend, is a sister who currently lives there. As you approach Greek Row with your roommate, you look at the Delta Delta house right next door, wondering if Reiner is there, working as their hasher tonight. Possibly flirting with Christa or other sisters that surely find him attractive. You let the insecurities fade as soon as you knock on the door to Mu Phi, soon greeted by Hitch and two other friendly sisters. They lead you into the dining room, chatting about various topics, subtlety sneaking in how great sorority life is, asking if you’ve ever been interested. After all, they are constantly in recruitment mode, which doesn’t bother you. It feels nice to be desired.

During the meal, the conversations continue. Annie, being the secret gossip she is, mentions the neighbors. You briefly described to her your run-in with Reiner and Christa, so naturally, she’s been curious since. “What’s it like living next to them?”

Hitch replies, “It’s fine. Did you know that Mikasa’s a Delta Delta?”

“Really? She rushed? I guess they can’t be all bad,” Annie muses.

Hitch eyes her with an amused smirk on her face. “Why would you say that? Who’s in there that you don’t like?”

Before Annie can respond, you interrupt, not wanting to spread any unwarranted gossip. “She’s joking. By the way, who’s Mikasa?”

“She’s this girl that attends Annie’s kickboxing class.”

Annie adds, “She’s also our RA’s sister.”

“Eren?”

She nods, confirming. His appearance around the dorms has lessened, possibly because of the upcoming midterms. He is a pre-med major after all, so you’re certain he’s too busy studying to be out and about. You wished you could have seen his face when he received the bag full of Pocky you bought for him, as thanks for sharing his umbrella on that rainy day. “I didn’t know he has a sister.”

“She’s adopted, from what I heard,” Hitch comments. “But they’re super close. Her, Eren, and Armin.”

At that third name, you glance at Annie, a slight blush creeping on her cheeks. She had a class with Armin last semester, and they were paired up for a big project. From then on, your roommate has been smitten with him, but she’ll never admit it out loud. You also recognize the name as one of Reiner’s pledge brothers from the same fraternity, though you’ve never met him personally. Knowing he’s close to Eren already gives you the impression that he’s a nice guy.

The dinner ends with a tour of the house, not including the exclusive sleeping porch on the top floor, where all the sisters are forced to slumber beside each other. Right outside the entrance, you, Hitch, and Annie talk for a little while longer until your roommate announces, “My shift at the library is starting, so I have to leave now. Thanks for dinner Hitch!”

The three of you say your goodbyes, Hitch waving farewell from the door, you and Annie parting ways in opposite directions. It’s a clear sky tonight, the moon glowing brightly in the vast darkness, littered with barely visible stars. You take your time walking, enjoying the pleasantly cool air, admiring the other houses along Greek Row. From behind, a familiar voice calls out to you. “Coco.”

Before you face him, you curse under your breath, aware of exactly who it is. You find Reiner several feet away from you, presumably from the Delta Delta house. His fraternity is in the opposite direction, so he must have spotted you from afar, maybe heard you talking outside. You stand in place, waiting for him to catch up to you, ambushed.

“Hey,” he says, with a sheepish grin.

You nod stiffly, unsure what to do next. It’s too late to make a run for it. Impossible to turn back the clock and sprint your way across campus. You should have known better, especially when you already assumed he’d be working there tonight. It doesn’t matter now; you’re trapped.

“Are you heading back to your dorm?” he asks, hands in his pockets.

You nod once more, voice stuck in your throat, unable to speak.

“I’ll walk with you.” It’s not a question or a suggestion. It’s final. He’s determined to do it.

Reluctant, you let him, pivoting on your heel towards the direction of your dorm, remaining silent. He stays beside you, hands in his pocket, glancing at you hesitantly. “What were you doing at Mu Phi?”

So he did notice you first. Eyes focused on the ground, you answer, “Hitch invited us for dinner.”

“Christa also invited you, remember? To the Delta Delta house.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” You don’t mean to sound venomous; well, maybe you do. Why bother bringing that up?

“I’m just reminding you. She’s really nice, you know.”

You snap, annoyed and frustrated. “Yes, Reiner, I’m sure she is very nice. That’s why I think she’d understand why I refuse to go to that house for dinner.”

“Because of me?”

“Of course it’s because of you!”

He sighs, scratching his arm excessively. Something he does when he’s anxious. “I don’t understand why you’ve been ignoring me. I thought we agreed to be friends. You won’t even respond to my texts. How am I supposed to know that you’re okay?”

“Okay? You want to know if I’m okay? Reiner, I haven’t been okay since the day you broke up with me.”

“That’s why I’m trying to talk to you.”

You scoff, blood boiling. “You’re the last person I want to talk to. You’re the reason I’m not okay. You broke my heart.” It’s a cheap shot to blame him, but that’s what you do. Fire everything in your arsenal to defend yourself, to hurt him.

His expression turns sullen at your harsh words. “I couldn’t be your boyfriend anymore. It’s fucked up, I know. But I did what I thought was right. I didn’t want to string you along.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way? Why didn’t you talk to me about it? We tell each other everything. Why keep this away from me?”

He chews on his lip, nervous. “I was scared, okay? Really scared to lose you. I thought if I started talking about it, you’d break up with me and hate me forever. I wasn’t ready for that.”

You process this, not sure how you truly feel about it. On the one hand, you understand the fear of losing the most important person in your life. That’s what you two are to each other. Well, were. On the other hand, it isn’t fair that he makes decisions when he’s ready. What about you?

You arrive outside your dorm building, standing feet away from each other, your arms crossed over your chest, protecting your heart. When you don’t respond, he continues. “I care about you, Coco. You’re my best friend. You’re the most important person in my life.”

“You say that now, but eventually, somebody else will come along. Then what?”

Quietly, he replies, “I don’t know.”

You have to stand up for yourself. Hit him with the bitter truth even if it makes him uncomfortable. You’ve gone far too long agreeing to what he wants, following his plan, sacrificing your sanity to protect him. You don’t owe him anything. He decided to dump you when he was ready. That gives you free reign to do the same. “I don’t want to be a placeholder for whenever the next person comes along. Do you understand how painful that is? To know I’m temporary? I can’t be the most important person in your life. Not like this. That’s why we can’t be friends.”

He stares at you, dumbfounded that you won’t concede to him. Disappointed that he can’t get what he wants this time, after so many years of doing so. This is what it’s like to have control, to stick up for yourself. Maybe there is some good to come out of this breakup.

After a while, Reiner speaks, voice trembling, eyes glistening. “You can’t do this to me, Coco. I still…I still love – ”

“Don’t say it. Do not fucking say it.” You cover your ears, as if that will prevent your brain from finishing the rest of that sentence in your head.

“I mean it, though. No matter what happens between us. I want you in my life.”

“Why is everything about what you want? Have you ever considered what I want?” You begin to pace back and forth on the pavement, arms jittery, increasingly erratic.

A little louder now, a tinge of arrogance in his tone, he says, “We’ve known each other our whole lives. Pretty sure I have a good idea about what you want.”

“Well, you don’t. It’s different now. You don’t know me just as much as I don’t know you.”

“How can you say this right now? You’re just going to throw us away?!”

“You did it first!” you yell at him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He steps towards you, hands in a desperate prayer, begging. “I don’t want to lose you. Please, Coco. I need you. I need you.” It’s the magic words that he so expertly chants to you. The ones that tug at your heartstrings, make you weak in the knees. And for a second, you consider taking everything back. Reach out and hold him, forget about the pain you’ve suffered these past two months and agree to be friends. Because you’d do anything to see him happy again. For this to be a long nightmare and to wake up together, perfectly back to normal.

But you don’t. And only because the entrance to your building suddenly swings open, revealing Eren at the door, inspecting the scene with a concerned expression on his face. “Is everything okay out here?”

Reiner glares at him for the interruption. “Who are you?”

Eren steps towards you, glancing at you and Reiner. “I’m Eren, the RA for this building. Heard some yelling and thought I should check it out.”

“Reiner is leaving now,” you murmur, avoiding Eren’s gaze, embarrassed. “I’m sorry for the commotion.” You turn to head inside, not bothering to wave goodbye to your ex, who stands there, watching you. Eren follows, sneaking glances at Reiner before swiping his ID at the door to let you both in.

“Coco,” he calls out. “Please.”

You ignore him, wiping your tears with the back of your shaky hands, listening to the door shut behind you.

“Are you okay?” Eren asks, voice calm.

You face him, forcing a weak smile, eyes still wet. “Perfectly fine.” You turn to hurry into your room, overwhelmed and wanting to hide in the safety of your bed forever.

Before you can, he grabs you gently by the hand, thumb brushing your knuckles. “If you ever need to talk or anything, my door is always open for you.”

You mutter a timid, “Thank you,” then rush down the hall and into your room, heart pounding against your chest. His comforting words replay in your head, trying to replace all that was said between you and Reiner.

~~~

At the end of the week, Eren hosts a game night in the common room of the dorm building. He’s excited to bond with his residents with pizza from his favorite local Italian joint and some good old-fashioned Mario Kart. He lays the food out on the table and sets up his Nintendo console to the TV, the familiar opening sequence playing on the screen. Then, he patiently waits for his first guest. Fifteen minutes pass and still no one shows up. Where is everybody?

At the thirty-minute mark, he lays down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. The pizzas are surely lukewarm now, and the same tune playing on the TV is starting to grate on his ears. He texts Mikasa and Armin, complaining about the complete lack of attendees. Immediately, he gets a call from his sister. When he picks up, she states, “Eren, nobody is there because it’s the Friday night after midterms.”

“So?”

“People are getting ready to party. That’s what I’m doing, that’s what Armin is doing. That’s what everyone is doing.”

Someone in the background yells, “Tell him to come out with us!” It’s Sasha’s voice.

He groans, realizing his mistake. “I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not. Just come out with us. You deserve a break.”

He considers it for a few seconds, before he replies, “Thanks, but I’m gonna head to bed.”

Sasha boos him. “C’mon, Eren! Join us! It’ll be fun!”

“I’m tired, Sash. Next time.”

Believing she can’t be heard, she whispers to Mikasa, “He always says that.” Well, she’s not wrong.

Eren bids farewell to his friends, wishing them fun tonight. He lays on the couch for a while longer, trying to not to be too devastated at this failure of an event. Finally standing up, he heads to the table to begin packing.

“Am I too late?”

He turns around, surprised by her voice. The resident from down the hall, Room 104. The girl he’s seen cry at least three times now, the most recent being earlier in the week, outside the dorms. A small confrontation with the guy who Eren assumes is her ex, the cause behind all the tears. He was hoping to run into her soon, to check if she’s doing alright. He’s delighted to find her standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face.

“Hey,” he greets, waving at her. She steps towards him, inspecting the plethora of food on the table. He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “You’re the first person to show up, so we have plenty of food.”

She gives him a sympathetic look, opening the pizza box to grab a slice. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

He grins. “Hey, you’re here, aren’t you? That’s all that matters to me.”

As she settles in on the couch with her food, she explains, “I would have come earlier, but I was helping Annie get ready for a party.”

Eren takes the seat beside her, dropping a piece of pepperoni into his mouth. “I guess everyone really is going out tonight,” he muses, recalling what Mikasa told him earlier.

“Well, not everyone,” she reminds him, smiling. His chest swells with warmth seeing this side of her. Eyes free of tears, cheeks rounded with happiness, relaxed in his presence. He secretly resents Reiner, or whatever that guy’s name is, for putting her through all the misery she’s had to suffer.

They eat their pizza, chatting about arbitrary topics like favorite toppings, best local restaurants around the town, even a silly bet about who will beat who in a race. The upbeat melody of the Mario Kart intro still playing in the background is no longer annoying now that Eren has company.

One box only halfway finished, they wipe their hands clean of pizza grease to start the game, picking their favorite characters. Eren always opts for Yoshi, because of course he’s got to get the green dinosaur. She selects Toad, going on about how adorable she finds him, doing a decent impersonation of his high-pitched, bouncy voice, causing Eren to bust out laughing. They race, moving their bodies along with their controllers, bumping elbows and shoulders with bright smiles on their faces. She nudges him in the ribs when he tosses a red shell at her, knocking her off the course to take first place. He taps her knee with his when he slips on a banana peel she strategically lays out for him. It’s competitive, but not serious, both of them gloating and teasing one another at their victories. After going through most of the courses, they play battle mode, teaming up together to destroy CPUs on the most difficult levels.

After exhausting most of the game to their heart’s contents, Eren checks his phone, shocked that it’s already past 11 o’clock. He glances at her, checking if she’s ready to leave once they shut down the game. She remains beside him, her attention focused on the piano in the corner of the room. Pointing at it, she asks, “We have a piano in here?”, clearly never noticing it before.

He chuckles. “Yeah we do. Do you play?”

She shakes her head, standing up to approach it, sitting on one side of the bench. He follows her, taking his place next to her. It’s only now that he realizes how close they’ve been all night. His heart starts to beat faster for some reason.

Finger at a key, she presses on it, filling the room with a very out-of-tune C-note. “Do you play?” she asks.

“Not much, just the basics really. I’m better at guitar.”

“Acoustic?”

“Electric,” he answers, resting his hand on the piano, hovering his fingers over a chord.

“Electric guitar is so cool. I’d love to hear you play sometime.” It’s an innocent suggestion. But for whatever reason, Eren is shy about the idea of her being inside his room, watching him play his guitar. And for a split second, he imagines what other activities they can do with each other, in the privacy of his bedroom. He catches himself, mentally waving away the potentially inappropriate thoughts.

Desperate to change the subject, he suggests, “Want me to teach you something?”

She nods, eager to learn. He starts his thumb on a C-note. “This is a C-major scale. It starts here,” he presses down, wincing at how out of tune it is. “And then you follow through with the rest of your fingers. That’s a very basic scale, without complicating it too much.”

She does it easily, smiling at the keys in front of her. “Now can you teach me Moonlight Sonata?” she jokes.

He laughs. “How about Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star instead?”

“Fine,” she says, fake pouting. She’s really cute.

By midnight, she’s perfected the lullaby, enough for the two of them to sing along to it. Even with the notes out of tune, it’s still pleasant to listen to. He then shows her how to play the easiest version of Heart & Soul, a fun duet they manage to practice together within the hour. She’s a quick learner, which he appreciates. After their performance, she looks at him, smiling. “You’re a really good teacher.”

He brushes his fingers along the keys. “That was my dream job growing up. I always wanted to be a teacher.”

“A music teacher?”

“No, an elementary school science teacher,” he admits. “Thought it’d be so cool to blow their minds with little experiments or facts about the living things.” He stares distantly, a longing grin on his face, fantasizing an imaginary world where he’s pursuing a career he enjoys.

“So, what made you want to become a doctor instead?”

At this point, he’s speaking candidly, no longer worried about hiding the truth. He’s comfortable with her. “My dad. He’s a doctor, and it’s pretty much expected of me.”

“Are you enjoying it so far?”

“No, but at the end of the day, I’ll be helping people. And that’s what matters right?”

There’s a small pause in the conversation as she pushes on one of the keys, the note ringing out in the temporary quiet. “Teachers help people too. More than what society gives them credit for. And besides, no one wants to go to a doctor who isn’t happy being a doctor, right?”

He faces her, processing her statement. “I guess I never thought about that.”

She continues, drumming her fingers lightly on the piano. “You shouldn’t force yourself to do something you don’t want to. If there’s anything I’ve learned these past few months, it’s that forcing yourself to be happy doesn’t actually make you happy. It’s silly to say that out loud, like it’s so obvious. But I’ve made a lot of excuses, pretending I was fine with decisions made on my behalf without my feelings being considered. It was always easier to go along with it, avoid confrontation or an argument. But at what cost? Sacrificing my own happiness? It isn’t worth it, especially when it’s your life that you’re living, nobody else’s.”

This is about her ex. There’s a strong urge to ask her about it, offer a lending ear to listen to what else is on her mind. But he doesn’t question it further. The words she speaks to him resonate. Although they’re both going through different struggles in their lives, she understands him better than he expects her to. Maybe more than anyone in his circle of friends right now.

“I have a friend who’s an education major. Erwin Smith. His dad is also a teacher. I can give you his contact info if you want to talk to him?” she offers.

“I don’t know,” he responds hesitantly. He’s never considered changing his major. He can already picture the faces his father makes, disdainful and disappointment at his son “downgrading” his career.

“It doesn’t hurt to have it, right? Just in case?”

He thinks about it carefully before he eventually relents, whipping his phone out to type out the information she recites to him. She’s right; it doesn’t hurt to have it. It doesn’t mean anything.

Phone still in his hand, he abruptly blurts out, “We should exchange numbers.” Almost instantly, he regrets it, aware at how inappropriate that would be. But when she grins at him, nodding, he’s immediately relieved.

“I’m assuming this will be your personal number and not your RA emergency line?” she smirks.

Laughing, he confirms, “Yes, my personal number. I, um, enjoyed hanging out with you tonight. We should definitely do this again.” He passes her his phone as she does the same.

“You’re teaching me Moonlight Sonata next, remember?” she jokes, tapping her number into his screen.

“Yeah, of course.”

She slips her phone back into her pocket. “Also, if you ever need someone to talk to or listen to you, I’m just down the hall.”

“Hey, that’s supposed to be my line,” he teases, nudging her elbow with his.

“Well, you’ve helped me out way more than you know, so I want to do the same for you. Rely on me, okay? We’re friends now.”

Outside the room, students begin to stumble through the hall, back from their night of partying. Eren checks his phone, surprised to read 1:35 AM on the screen. “It’s already past 1. I’m sorry for keeping you up.”

“Don’t be. I wanted to be here with you. Thank you for hosting this.”

“Thank you for being the only person to show up.”

They gaze at each other, smiling. He wants to stay like this a little while longer, but he knows it has to end. At least, for tonight. They’re friends now, and he’ll be able to enjoy that warm, vibrant smile more often, he hopes.

“Anyways, we should probably sleep soon,” she suggests, glancing at the pizza boxes on the table. “I’ll help you clean up.”

“Thanks. Maybe we can hand some of these out. I bet someone out there has the munchies right now.”

She giggles. “Great idea, Mr. RA.”

They tidy up, clearing the room of trash and putting away the video game console back in Eren’s knapsack. She carries it with her while Eren balances the pizzas in his hands, offering a box to the passing residents that are not-so-discreetly drunk. By the time they make it to his room, he’s only got one left, deeming the event an overall success. Especially now that he’s made a friend from it.

She sets the bag down on the floor, watching him unlock the door. “I guess this is goodnight,” she says, giving him a small wave as she begins to step backwards down the hall, facing him.

“Yeah. I guess it is. Sweet dreams, okay?”

“Sweet dreams, Eren,” she repeats, turning on her heel to walk to her room.

~~~

You lay in bed, listening to Annie’s drunken snores beside you, mind focused on your new friend Eren. Snuggling closer to your pillow, you smile to yourself, happy for the first time in what feels like forever. It’s the most fun you’ve had this semester, and most importantly, it’s the longest you’ve gone without sulking about Reiner.

It’s in this moment that you realize the baby steps you’ve taken so far don’t seem so small anymore. Things are finally starting to look up.

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Caught in the Act

Pairing: Reiner Braun x f!reader

Word count: ~ 5.2k

CW: Minors do not interact, smut, f!reader, modern AU, slightly self ship coded (but not in a noticible way, I hope!) basic pet names used (princess, babe, etc), established relationship, light teasing, male masturbation (briefly), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing, not proofread, and if I'm missing any tags, please let me know so I can add them!

A/N: It's been awhile since I've tried writing smut so this is the first time in awhile and I'm still rusty so it's not nearly as descriptive as I could be but hopefully that'll come back to me as I attempt to write more little bits like this. This wasn't proofread so it'll probably have some mistakes that I'll maybe edit later.

Summary: You and Reiner have the day off but as you have plans earlier in the day, you decide to text your boyfriend a teasing photo while you're out. When you return home, you catch Reiner in the middle of pleasuring himself, which leads to you facing the consequences of sending the photo to him in the first place.

Reiner hated that he wasn’t going to get to see you nearly as much as he wanted today. The two of you had the next two days off but you had appointments scheduled and you planned on going to lunch with your best friend. All of which meant that he was going to have to find things to do while you were out. You had already written out the grocery list and as much as the blond man didn’t want to go shopping on his own, he knew it would be something he could do so he didn’t spend all day at home pouting because he couldn’t cuddle with you on the couch.

As usual, Reiner woke before you and as much as he wanted to wake you up with kisses, he knew where that would lead and you had already warned him last night that he would have to keep his hands to himself as much as possible until you got home again. So he settled for gently brushing some hair out of your face before softly saying your name.

You woke up, blinking slowly as your eyes adjusted to the dim light in your bedroom. You smiled lazily at your boyfriend and leaned in to steal a soft kiss, laughing when Reiner grunted when you pulled back. You rolled out of bed, feeling Reiner’s honey colored eyes watching your every move. You glanced over your shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow and watched as he climbed out of bed as well.

“I’ll go make us breakfast,” you said by the time you were halfway out the door.

Reiner watched you walk out of the room with a sigh before getting out of bed as well. He dug out some clothes from the closet to pull on, not worrying too much about what he was going to wear. By the time he joined you in the kitchen, you were already cooking pancakes for the two of you. He huffed softly as he sat down at the table to watch you. What he really wanted to be doing was standing behind you with his arms around your waist but he didn’t want to incur your wrath either so he was trying harder than usual to behave himself.

You laughed as you glanced back to see him sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hand, pouting. You shook your head at Reiner’s dramatics but didn’t beckon him over like you usually would. If he was going to try to keep his hands to himself, you weren’t going to try to tempt him. You didn’t have much time this morning before you knew you had to leave for a handful of routine doctor’s appointments. Today was the first day you had enough free time to schedule the appointments. Had you known in advance that Reiner was going to have the day off today too, you would have put off the appointments a little longer so you could have today and tomorrow all to yourselves.

You set a plate down in front of Reiner before sitting down by him. Your foot absently started to brush along his calf and he nearly choked on some of his breakfast when he felt it. The only reason you stopped was because you could see the way his face started to flush and how his chest was starting to rise and fall erratically.

You both chatted a little, with you reminding him that you should be home around 3 that afternoon and then you would be all his. It was a lot of time for your boyfriend to try to fill so he wouldn’t think of you too much but Reiner thought he could do it. When you got up from the table to get ready to clear it, he jumped up to do it first, shaking his head as he took the plates from your hands.

“Go get ready, babe. I’ve got this,” he said before leaning down to kiss you, the plates balanced in one hand. Unlike when you kissed him earlier, Reiner was slower to pull away from your soft, plump lips. When he did, he grinned to himself at the slightly dazed look on your face. “I’ll see you around 3.”

You headed for your bedroom, laying out your outfit for the day on the bed, before you shuffled off to take a shower. Reiner heard the water running and groaned to himself as he finished loading the dishwasher. The temptation to try to join you in the shower was almost too much for him to take. He headed down the hallway, stopping at the bathroom door and taking a deep breath. He had to steel his nerves before opening the door because he didn’t think he would have the willpower to stop himself from joining you otherwise.

“Y/N?” Reiner called out softly, poking his head in the door. If he stepped into the steamy room, he knew he would lose all resolve so he lingered at the door. “I’m gonna head out to go grocery shopping. If you think of anything that you need or want that’s not on the list, just text me.”

“Okay,” you said, not even bothering to look over toward the door. You knew what would happen if you did and you were still trying not to tempt the blond man. “Everything should be on the list though.”

“Mhm,” was Reiner’s absent-minded reply as he stared at the glass shower doors, just able to make out your form as he watched you. He suddenly shook his head when he realized what he was doing, clearing his throat. “I’ll see you around 3. I love you.”

You turned off the shower just as Reiner spoke but you didn’t move to exit the shower just yet. “I love you too, Rei.”

He quickly shut the door, feeling his pulse already starting to quicken the moment the water turned off. Reiner closed his eyes as he leaned his back on the door, trying to get his mind off of the thought of you naked on the other side of the door. He knew he could resist but part of him really didn’t want to wait until later today to ravage you. When he heard the blow dryer going, Reiner took another deep breath and pushed off of the door to put on his shoes.

It wasn’t long before he left, not wanting to linger too much longer. If he focused on the errands that he had to run, he would make it through the day. At least that was his hope. He knew he could probably even run to the gym to work off some of the sexual tension that he was feeling this morning. Anything to keep his mind off of you.

You hadn’t heard Reiner leave but you slipped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around yourself nonetheless. The house was quiet so you knew he had probably left. When you got to the bedroom, an idea started to form in your head. You wanted to give Reiner something to look forward to so you made sure you put on his favorite bra and panties set. It was one that he had picked out for you when you had been out shopping together and any time that you wore it, Reiner couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Once you had it on, you moved to the full length mirror on your closet door, snapping a picture of yourself. You smiled a little at the photo after taking it and decided to wait to send it to Reiner later. You checked the time and knew you had to rush to get ready but you were out the door just in time to hopefully make it to your first doctor’s appointment on time.

*** *** *** ***

You had finished most of your doctor’s appointments and were now waiting in line at the pharmacy to pick up your prescriptions and some vitamins and supplements when your friend texted you about lunch. You texted her back that you would meet her in 20 minutes. Since your phone was still open, you smirked to yourself as you quickly sent Reiner the picture you had taken earlier with a ‘can’t wait to see you at 3’ added for good measure. You already knew what Reiner’s reaction would be when he saw the photo so you knew you would be in for it when you got home but that was the whole point.

Once you got everything and paid, you headed out to your car. Your phone went off and you checked it once you were in the car only to find what amounted to a keyboard smash from Reiner. It was quickly followed by a text calling you a little minx, telling you he was going to make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. With a smirk, you texted back to tell him that was your hope before tucking your phone away so you could drive.

*** *** *** ***

Reiner knew he was going to need to work off the sexual frustration he was starting to feel after your text. He had gotten it while he was eating lunch at a small cafe. He had already shopped and put all of the groceries away at home, busying himself as best as he could. He had even gotten a bouquet of flowers to put on the kitchen table to surprise you. Since he didn’t want to be stuck at home, he had decided to go grab some lunch and to make a stop at a shop that he knew you liked where they sold handmade chocolates.

He had barely started to eat his lunch when the text arrived and immediately Reiner was shifting in his chair, trying to readjust himself. Your response hadn’t done anything to calm him down either. Reiner closed his eyes and softly groaned, trying to think of anything other than that photo you had sent him. That was when he decided the gym would be his next stop instead. His gym bag was still in the trunk of the car so he wouldn’t have to stop at home for anything.

He put his phone in his pocket to stop himself from looking at it again before he focused on the food in front of him. It was taking more of his willpower than he thought to keep his mind off of you though. But he knew he could do it. Because he knew when you got home, he was going to bend you over the arm of the couch if he had to so he could remind you how much he missed you.

*** *** *** ***

You had been surprised that Reiner hadn’t tried calling or texting you again but you made it through lunch without hearing from him. Your last appointment, the one with your therapist, was canceled due to your therapist having a family emergency so you headed straight home, hoping to surprise your boyfriend. You parked and headed for the door with a little bounce in your step, excited to see Reiner again after spending most of the day away from him.

When you opened the door, you heard the soft sounds of Reiner moaning and whimpering from the living room. You bit your bottom lip softly, feeling your breath catch for a moment before you slipped off your shoes. You quietly set your keys on the table by the door and left your purse by the door. You didn’t want to disturb Reiner after all as you started toward the living room. The sounds only got louder as you got closer and you could already feel your excitement growing.

You stopped in the doorway, softly gasping at the sight before you. Reiner was sitting on the couch, his t-shirt pulled up to expose his abs and a bit of his chest. He had his sweatpants pulled down just enough to free his cock, which he was furiously pumping with one hand while holding his phone in the other. You didn’t have to get any closer to know what it was that he had his eyes fixed on as he fucked his fist.

You could feel your body heating up, the throbbing between your legs starting to grow. If you kept silently watching Reiner, you knew that feeling would become unbearable but you also knew that he wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied once he became aware of your presence. The waiting would make it sweeter or that was what you kept telling yourself as you felt your legs shake just from hearing Reiner whimpering your name as his hand pumped faster and faster.

The phone fell from his hand as his head fell back, eyes closing as his hips bucked up to meet his own thrusts. His chest rose and fell frantically as he started to cum, the sticky stream coating his stomach as he continued to work himself through his orgasm. It was clear that he was trying to coax out every last drop as he grunted and groaned, your name obscenely slipping out from his slightly parted lips as Reiner started to pant softly.

“Fuck, baby,” you murmured but you clearly spoke louder than you had meant because you saw Reiner’s eyes open to fix his soft gaze on your face. Without realizing what you were doing, you had started to walk toward him, watching as his face flushed.

Reiner’s blush spread all the way to his ears as his face heated up with embarrassment. He started to quickly clean himself up, muttering some sort of apology as if you weren’t supposed to see him doing that just now. He pulled down his shirt and pulled up his pants as you stopped at the edge of the couch.

“You act like I’ve never seen you do that before,” you teased, your eyes slowly looking him over. “I’m usually the one getting all shy while you watch.”

Reiner swallowed thickly, shaking his head. “You weren’t supposed to be home yet.”

You let out a soft laugh as you sat down on the arm of the couch. You saw the way your boyfriend looked you over though, his pupils still blown and a lustful look in his golden colored eyes. Your body trembled a little as he started to shift to stand up, looking up at him with your eyes widened. Before he reached you, you slipped off of the arm of the couch and started to back away from Reiner, giggling softly.

He followed you, moving slowly but deliberately. He was like a predator stalking his prey. He wasn’t in any hurry because he knew it wouldn’t be long before he had you trapped. You weren’t looking at where you were going but Reiner knew that soon your back would be up against the wall. You let out a soft oof as your back hit the wall and Reiner chuckled, quickly closing the gap between the two of you now.

He pressed his large muscular body against yours, licking his lips. He looked like he was about to devour the most delicious meal ever and honestly that wasn’t too far from the truth because he was ready to devour you. His hands moved down the sides of your body slowly until he was able to lace his fingers with yours. He chuckled when you offered no resistance to him, pinning your hands above your head.

Reiner held them there with one large hand wrapped around both of your delicate wrists. He looked down at you with an almost lopsided grin on his face. He used his other arm to lift you easily and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed his hips hard against yours and you let out a gasp as you felt that he was hard again already.

When he captured your lips in a kiss, it was rough and hungry. His tongue didn’t politely ask for entrance into your mouth. Instead he pushed his tongue into your mouth forcefully but you didn’t hesitate to part your lips for him when you realized what Reiner wanted. You moaned against his lips, your hips rolling a little against him but he didn’t stop. He wanted to remind you that you were his with this heated kiss.

Just when you started to feel dizzy, needing to catch your breath, he finally pulled back from your lips. His lips were soon trailing messy kisses along your jaw as he worked his way toward the side of your neck. You tilted your head enough to give Reiner more access to the soft, sensitive skin of your throat and he took full advantage. He soon had you moaning and whimpering his name as his lips and teeth grazed your skin. He made sure to suck on the most sensitive spot at the crook of your neck, leaving a mark behind.

You were panting as he pressed himself against you a little harder, rocking his hips so his clothed cock rubbed against you. You whined softly, his name falling from your lips once more as you struggled slightly in his grasp. There was no getting away from him and he enjoyed the way you tried to squirm with his body pressed up against yours.

“You’re not going anywhere, princess,” Reiner roughly whispered before his lips brushed against your neck again.

“Please, Reiner,” you whined, begging him for something. It was difficult to say if you were trying to get him to loosen his hold on your wrists or if you wanted more of him although it was likely a combination of the two. You wanted to touch him, to show him how much you wanted him. The best you could do while pinned to the wall was to attempt to grind your hips against his.

He groaned as you moved in just the right way to create a delicious amount of friction between your bodies. It was only a hint of what would come but his hand released its hold of your wrists as he moved to slip that hand under your shirt until he was cupping and massaging your breast. You gasped but one of your arms wrapped around his shoulders as your right hand slipped into his hair.

As your nails lightly scratched his scalp, the movement of Reiner’s hips became a bit more deliberate. Each movement was nearly a thrust of his still covered cock against your still clothed pussy. Your back arched away from the wall as much as you could with your much larger and stronger boyfriend still pressed against you.

Reiner pulled you away from the wall, one arm firmly holding you against him although your legs around his waist helped. He didn’t say a word as he carried you to the bedroom, leaning down so your back was now pressed against the firm mattress of your bed. Immediately his lips were back on your throat even as he started to undress you. You were just as eager, pulling up his t-shirt and whining when you couldn’t get it over his head because his lips were still attached to your skin.

Reiner chuckled softly but he pulled back and let you remove his shirt, taking the opportunity to do the same to you. Both pieces of clothing were haphazardly tossed to the floor and soon after almost all of the clothes you both wore were lying in random spots on the floor. Reiner was completely naked but you were still in that bra and panty set you had put on this morning to tease him. He smirked as he looked down at you, letting his fingers play a little with one of the straps of your bra.

He let his eyes slowly drink in your form as you laid beneath him, a hunger in his eyes that was greater than any you had ever seen there before. He was kneeling on the bed, his knees on either side of your thighs. “Mm, kinda wanna fuck you just like this, love,” Reiner said, almost growling the words as he let his fingers trace the curves of your breasts. Soon his hands were trailing down your body and he chuckled as he watched you shiver and squirm beneath him.

His hands stopped at your hips and it wasn’t long before you were trying to spread your legs a little more for your boyfriend as one of his large hands slipped down between your legs. Every brush of his fingers on bare skin made your whole body tingle but when his hand reached the crotch of the lacy panties you wore, you nearly whined for more. He let two fingers slide in the side of your panties, slowly teasing you as he let his fingers explore a bit.

Reiner smirked at the soft whimpers that fell from your lips as your hips rolled upward slightly. You couldn’t seem to form words while he took control like this, your head too dizzy to focus on anything that wasn’t Reiner’s touch. He tsked softly and shook his head even as the tips of his fingers dipped inside of you, making you gasp.

“You’re so wet already for me already,” he said even as he pushed his fingers deeper, watching your eyes flutter closed. Reiner reached his left hand up, lightly grasping your chin and tugging to tilt your head up slightly. “Uh-uh, princess. Eyes on me.”

You slowly opened your eyes as you felt the pad of Reiner’s thumb brushing and tugging at your bottom lip. You parted your lips and bit down on his thumb before leaning your head up enough to take the very tip of his thumb into your mouth to suck on it softly. If you weren’t so wrapped up in the way Reiner already had you feeling dizzy as his two fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, you might have smirked at him when you heard your boyfriend grunt softly at the feeling of your lips on his thumb.

His long, thick fingers continued to work your core, groaning as he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers. Reiner slowly pulled his thumb from your mouth and reached down to pull the crotch of your panties to the side a little better, allowing him to push his fingers even deeper inside of you. His thumb, still wet with your spit, started to lazily circle your clit, making your back arch gently off of the mattress.

“You look so pretty like this,” he softly said as he quickened his pace, his cock almost aching. But Reiner wasn’t stopping until he made you come undone for him with just his fingers. He could feel how close you were already but he didn’t let up the pace, wanting to give you every bit of pleasure he could. “Fuck, y/n, you feel so good.”

You wanted to respond but anything that wasn’t a moan or Reiner’s name seemed to die on your tongue before you could form a response. Your hands were gripping the sheets beneath you, tugging on them as your hips rolled up to meet the thrust of his fingers. He knew just how to touch you so it wouldn’t be long now but you also knew if Reiner wanted to prolong this, he could. His fingers found that sensitive spot inside of you, hitting it just right with each thrust to make you lose all sense of thought.

“A-almost,” was the only word you could gasp out before your back was gently arching off the mattress again, your lips parted in a soundless moan.

Reiner groaned, his thumb changing the pattern he used to rub your clit. He felt your walls tighten even more around his fingers and his hips actually bucked at the sensation but he never took his eyes off of your face. He could see the blissed out look your features took on as he felt you starting to cum.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed even as you whined softly, your body writhing beneath him. His fingers continued to work to draw out the pleasure you felt. He was almost certain that the sheets would be soaked by the time he was through with you tonight. “Shit, you look so good like this. Just a mess for me.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes open as Reiner continued to finger you through your orgasm, your toes curling as you repeated his name like a prayer. Your hips were rolling to meet each thrust of his fingers and you felt his cock brush against your inner thigh, which nearly caused you to cum all over again.

Reiner slowed his thrusts as he heard you whimpering, easing his fingers out of you with a self-satisfied smile on his lips. He waited until you were looking at him again, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Then he slipped his fingers, wet with your slick, into his mouth. He hummed around his own fingers, licking and sucking every bit of wetness off of them.

“Reiner,” you whined, your hips rolling gently in anticipation. You wanted more. You wanted him inside of you. You wanted all of him but you could tell Reiner was enjoying the tease right now. Still you watched him intently as his fingers slipped out of his mouth and he started to lean toward you.

You reached up and pulled him down toward you, making the blond man chuckle at your eagerness. Still he pressed his lips against yours, taking his time as he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you parted yours to brush your tongue along his seam of Reiner’s lips. He moaned as his lips parted and you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. Your kiss was hungry and filled with your desire for him and he started to ease the tip of his weeping cock inside of you as you continued to kiss.

Your nails lightly dug into the back of his broad shoulders as you moaned into his mouth. His hips moved to ease more of his throbbing cock inside of you as your right hand slid up until your fingers tangled into his short cropped blond hair. Your hips rolled forward as if to help him enter you completely and Reiner’s hands slid down until he was gripping your hips, holding you still as he paused his movements.

You whined softly as he pulled back from the kiss, trying to wiggle gently against his hold but it was no use. You weren’t going anywhere as Reiner kept his cock sheathed inside of you, both of you breathing heavily. Your eyes rolled back the moment that Reiner’s hips began to move again, pulling back and snapping forward. You tugged at his hair as his pace began to build slowly.

“That’s it, princess,” Reiner cooed, his voice rough with desire. His thrusts were growing rougher with each movement that he made. His eyes were heavy lidded but he didn’t pull his gaze from you, wanting to see every expression as he pounded into your pussy. “Take it. Take all of it.”

It wasn’t long before the only sounds filling the room were the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin with each thrust of Reiner’s hips and the desperate whines and moans coming from each of you. He reached one hand out to grip the headboard while the other held on to your hip to keep you pinned to the mattress. Each of you panted and whispered moans as Reiner’s pace quickened.

“Ahh- ahh- fuck!” he groaned as he felt your walls tightening around his cock. His hips stuttered a little before he recaptured that steady rhythm from moments earlier. “You close, baby? Huh? F-fuck … come for me then.”

Your heels pressed a little into the backs of Reiner’s thighs, causing his thrusts to become shorter but no less rough. If anything, he found that he was able to fuck you harder and faster this way. Your eyes rolled back as your neck arched gently and Reiner took the opportunity to kiss and suck on the soft skin of your throat, trying to leave more marks on your skin so there would be no doubt who you belonged to.

Your orgasm ripped through your body suddenly, like a coil in your belly suddenly snapped, and it seemed to pull your boyfriend right along with you. He was whining softly as he came without warning, filling you with his cum. His thrusts were erratic but they didn’t stop as he rode out his own wave of pleasure. Reiner was panting as he finally slowed to a stop, pulling out of you with a sigh.

Your eyes fluttered open as you fixed your slightly dazed eyes on the man that was leaning over you. He was supporting most of his upper body weight with his arms as he watched you start to come back down from the high of him making you come. You couldn’t feel it yet but in the morning your body was going to be sore and there would be bruises on your hips and anywhere that Reiner had deemed fit to bite down or suck on your skin. Right now you were still running on adrenaline as you smiled lazily back up at Reiner.

He reached out and lightly brushed away some of the hair that had stuck to your sweaty forehead. He heard you hum softly, making him laugh. You were clearly still too blissed out to form words. Once he had caught his breath enough to speak, however, he shifted slightly to lay on his side beside you, pulling your body tight against his own before softly whispering near your ear.

“I’m going to get a bath going for us,” Reiner said as you turned your head toward him. He watched you nod and laughed yet again as you attempted to steal a kiss although your lips connected with the tip of his nose instead. “I’ll strip the bed and get the sheets washed too. Okay?”

You nodded as you felt him carding his fingers gently through your hair. You attempted to get up when Reiner moved and he shook his head at you. Still you stood on shaky legs, causing your boyfriend to swoop in and scoop you into his arms, carrying you bridal style as he headed for the bathroom.

“So stubborn,” he teased and you laughed softly as you rested your head on his shoulder. He carefully set you on your feet near the toilet and you held on to the counter while Reiner started to run the water, checking the temperature before plugging the tub to let it fill with the warm water.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he headed to the door and again you nodded silently.

Once he was out of the room, you stripped down and quickly used the bathroom. You tried to clean yourself up a little but you ended up sitting on the lid of the toilet as you waited for Reiner to return. He smiled softly as he saw you sitting there before he quickly turned off the water. He held out his hand to you and helped you into the tub, moving to sit behind you. You sat between his legs and leaned your back against his chest, letting out a soft sigh.

In the quiet of the bathroom, the two of you let your bodies relax and your tense muscles unwind. Reiner held you, placing soft kisses along your shoulder occasionally. And while the two of you still had the rest of the night to yourselves, this moment was all that you needed.

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