#reiner fanfic

[pinkmirth]

⸻ 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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[daisynik7]

i’ve never done a request before but could you do a smutty reiner drabble ? i’m obsessed with your reiner and how you wrote him . i have been following your work religiously since i first came across rush . you are doing amazing work !!

cw: smut, pure filth - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Author’s Note: First of all, you are so so sweet anon!! You have no idea how much I appreciate you, this put the BIGGEST smile on my face! Thank you for your support! 😭 Second, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING REINER SMUT. I hope you like this one! And feel free to send me MORE requests, I LOVE THEM! ♥️

Imagine Reiner begging for your orgasm. Whining, whimpering, and moaning for you to come all over his cock while you grind your ass back and forth on his lap, riding him. Hands gripped at your waist, sweat rolling down his forehead. Thrusting his hips up to pound that pretty pussy while you rub your swollen clit between slippery fingers.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it. Take this fucking dick,” he huffs, watching his cock disappear inside you. “Come for me. Please, princess. Make a fucking mess.”

You bounce on him faster, so close to your third orgasm of the night. Before this, you were on all fours, him behind you, pumping his veiny shaft in and out of your throbbing slit, coaxing every drop of your cum. And prior to that, he had your thighs spread wide, legs dangling off the edge of the bed, slobbering on your aching clit until his fingers became coated in your creamy arousal. 

He wants to come so bad. But, more than anything, he wants you to come. To make you climax at least three times tonight; four, five, or six, if you let him. Nothing gives him more pleasure than pushing his needy fucking slut past the edge over and over again. Until your pussy is squeezing him so tight, swallowing his entire cock whole. Until you’re drooling at both corners of your lips, tongue lolling out from your mouth, eyes half-shut with ecstasy. The same, cute expression you always give him whenever you’re getting railed so fucking good. 

Of course, he always gets what he wants. You become his obedient little plaything as soon as he touches you. Bending in every way he wants you to, accepting all that he gives you without a second thought. His fingers in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot relentlessly, hands squeezed firmly around your ass. 

When he finally can’t hold it in anymore, he lifts you off to pull you up to his face, smothering himself in that gushing pussy as he strokes himself feverishly. Tonight, he wants to finish like this, drowning in your juices, teasing one last orgasm out of you while he spills his load onto his stomach. 

And, like you said, he always gets what he wants.  

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canon!reiner being so desperate for your forgiveness. He whines and whimpers at how you smash down on his pelvis.

You huff above him, almost twitching at how big he is, you slow down your movements and he lets out a long whine.

“Oh, no dont stop” he begs. You flare your nose at his response.

“You want me to keep going?” You question him. Your hips start to move faster and eventually his head is bobbing at your fast pace.

His whines almost become screams you immediately put your hand over his mouth to stop his whines.

“m-i-…….s-sorry” he tried to say through your hand. You quickly remove it and he gasps “I’m soooo sorry” he slurs.

AND THE END

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[sugawara-levi]

What you get

Dom!Reiner x fem!reader

2,2k words

cw: “daddy”, “baby-/ good girl”, “slut”, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, punishment sex, cum inside, commands, praising, degrading (light), claiming, drooling, moaning/whimpering (you), pussydrunkReiner

He’s really just a softie for you even when he tries not to be. Consensual claiming. The ending is sweet though. (lmk if I missed anything)

“Wanna suck on daddy’s cock?”

You had gotten home from work too early, he hadn’t finished his business with the boys yet, this was punishment.

But it felt more like the opposite.

“Then you gotta work hard for it, baby.”

“Show me some more, baby”

On his command you spread your legs wider, pleasuring yourself.

“Show me your tits.”

You lift your shirt with one hand, the other still stroking your cunt.

“Hmm”

“Good girl.”

His words are like candy to your ears, sweet like sugar, making you feel so good. So powerful. You can do anything at daddy’s command.

“Mmh making me feel good too, getting all hard in my pants”, he grabs his bulge, very visible in his tight jeans, legs spread wide on the couch over you.

“You want a taste, baby? You want a taste of daddy’s cock?”

“Mmhmn!” is the best you can get out as a response. Your juices dripping down on the floor under you.

“Okay baby, come have a bite of my dick.”

Eagerly you inch closer, lips parted, tongue out, ready for anything he offers.

He undoes his belt, his button, his zipper. Exposing his big dick to you.

You want to jump right on it, but know only too well that you should wait for his say-so.

He teases you, gives a sly smile as he slowly strokes his length, knowing how impatient you are. Your eyes are puppy-like when he looks at your face. You look so fuckable right now. With your tongue out like that, salivating just at the sight of his dick. He has half a mind to just bend you over and give it to you right away. But there wouldn’t be any fun in that, would there?

“Here you go baby, all yours.” He lets go of his dick and leans back against the sofa cushions, arms propped up on its back. His eyes never leave you as you get to work. Watching your pretty head bop up and down on his dick, seeing your eyes water while trying to get more of him down in your throat. He loves this sight.

“Tch, don’t hurt yourself darling.”

A hand comes down to wipe at your tears as you nearly choke on him. Mascara running everywhere. You let go of his dick with a bop, mouth still open. You know not to close it too soon when he’s using you like this.

He puts the thumb he used to wipe your tears in his mouth. Your tears are his tears, the taste of you trying so hard for him, he loves it. So do you.

The same thumb comes back down to your face and lands in your open mouth.

“Suck.”

And you do. You suck his finger as you did his cock, but with more comfort, you don’t have to struggle with the size of this one. Your eyes are locked as you work your tongue around, sucking, taking all of his thumb, then just the tip of it. His cock jumps in amusement.

He pulls out his thumb, a long string of spit coming along with it. Some of it slaps back against your face as the string breaks, the rest he uses to coat his dick.

He gives it a couple of pumps again and pushes down at the base of his cock. Giving a sharp inhale before resumeing his former position, draped against the back of the sofa.

You know your place and continue what you’d already started.

Wrapping your lips agains his beautiful cock you get to work once again. You can feel the underside of his head against your tongue as you start hollowing out your cheeks. A bit slower this time, more controlled, but still sloppy from the spit you gathered while sucking at his thumb. You work your way down, careful not to break the vacuum. You can only take so much of him without choking completely. And back up, focusing on the head. It’s agonising. You want to touch yourself again, but you know, you know you are not allowed to. This is punishment after all.

You can feel all of him inside your mouth, the edge of his head, the part right after where the foreskin has stretched out, and his veins, pumping, thick with the blood rushing through his erection. You can taste the saltiness of pre-cum at the back of your mouth as you push his dick against your palate, letting it scrape against your teeth as you move again.

He hisses. A hand comes down to grab at yor hair and he bites his lips for a minute.

“Ah,” he sights, letting the air back out.

You look up at him, huge, innocent eyes. Contrasting the lewd scene you’re displaying, with his dick far down your throat. You’re pushing it, you know. It’s punishment, but you can’t help it, you want to tease him too.

He hums for a bit, amused, before a closed-mouthed chuckle comes out.

Once more a pop, as you let go of the vacuum. Once more, spit every as you let go of his cock.

“Reiner.” you mewl.

“You should see yourself baby, so pretty for me. So dirty for daddy.”

“Reiner.” His name is all you can think really, the only thing that comes to mind.

“I believe that’s, daddy, to you baby.”, he smirks.

“Daddy.”

You’re desperate, for anything.

“What baby? You have to use your words baby, daddy can’t understand his little girl without words.”

“Reiner, Daddy, please. Please, I wan’t you inside me, want to feel you. No more punishment, please daddy.”

He could have resisted if he wanted to, or maybe his resolve wasn’t as strong as he liked to think. It was almost impossible for him not to give into the look you were giving him. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, legs sprawled to the sides, har messy, eyes pleading. He wanted to fuck you too.

“Good girl. Very well. I’ll give you what you want for now. Get up and turn around.”

You did as you were told and stood back facing him. Without warning he grabs for your hips, pulling them close to him.

“Bend forward please darling.” It’s not really a request.

With your legs spread for balance, bendt forward over the floor and your butt sticking out behind you, you feel vulnerable. As soon as you’re steady enough he pulls you right down onto his cock. Just the tip first, letting you adjust for a bit, before he pushes you down hard. You let out a scream, it hurts, but it’s good. And you have to steady yourself with your hands on the floor so as not to fall over when he takes control of your lower body.

“Bounce in my dick, baby. Bounce on it.”

Regaining your balance you put your hands on your knees to make it more manageable. And you move your hips up and down, up and down. It feels good, of course. His dick pressing into your walls. But this isn’t for you, it's for him. Your pleasure is just a bonus.

He helps you, steadies you with his hands and helps you move on his dick. Pushing you up and down.

He groans.

You whimper.

“Good girl. Taking me so well.”

The compliment only serves to make you whimper even more. He notices, of course, and chuckles.

“You like that baby?”

“You love daddy’s thick cock, don’t you?”

“Like it when I make you feel like a dirty little slut? Daddy’s little girl?”

“Mmn mhmm”

Suddenly he’s pushing up into you.

He liked it too apparently, when he made you feel good.

You topple over, not able to stay upright against the force of his thrust. Your knees crash hard against the floor, hands and elbows bruising at the fall, ass up in the air.

“Ah!” You let out, surprised at the sudden pain of the fall. For a brief second you notice how empty you feel now that he’s not in you, now that you had just adjusted to the feeling. But it’s not for long

Before you can properly process what happened he’s over you again. You turn your head to the side so you can see him. He’s kneeling behind you, positioning his dick right before your entrance, letting out an urgent hiss as he slams your ass down on him again.

“Shit.” He holds you still for a moment, holding back an orgasm. He was just so hard, and seeing you so willing and sloppy is the only thing in the world that can turn him on this much. It’s hard with you, holding back. He just wants to devour you, make you his, own you. Break you till he knows no one else can ever be good enough for you. No one’s dick beside his can ever satisfy you. He needn’t worry though. If only he could look into your head he would know that you’re already far too gone for that.

“Fuck, baby.” He’s positioned behind you, your head pushing down on the carpeted floor, slamming into you.

“You feel so good on my dick.” His brain is lost in your warm cunt. No thoughts other than of your walls surrounding his cock. You’re no better. All you can do is let out shaky breaths between his advances, seeing stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The room is filled with your moans, his breath, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the smell of sweat.

You can feel him hitting the roof of your insides. His head hitting the same spot over and over again. Pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming back in again, pausing for a brief second before the moment is repeated. Your ear is flat against the floor, eyes looking back at him.

You’re all warmed up now, it’s not too tight any more, it’s easy now. You can hear how wet you are, but also feel how tired your body is becoming. You can’t keep this up for much longer, feeling the numbness that comes with an upcoming orgasm.

He’s tired too, the speed decreases a bit as his striking form breaks. He lets out a loud grunt, body falling over you, hands landing on either side of your head, keeping him up. His hair is damp from sweat, so is yours. He’s closer now, head almost right over yours. Your eyes meet his, and you can feel the hunger in them through your bones. You almost shudder at the power the mere look holds over you.

He grabs your hair by the roots and pulls your head up from the floor, holding your ear close to his mouth. His breath is loud in your ear, so are his words.

“You wanna cum baby girl?”

“Or do you just like to look at daddy fucking you?”

“Which is it?”

With your neck craning like that you can’t really utter any words, you just whimper.

“Hm?”

You try again, still no words come out, but a desperate cry, almost like a wounded animal. Writhing in his grasp. You need him. And he knows.

“Both, huh?”

“Ng”

“Okay baby girl, okay, watch me fuck you till you cum in my dick. Till your pretty little cunt cums all over my dick.”

The compliment makes you tremble even more. He lets go of your head so he can get back to fucking you sensless. You still try all you can to keep eye contact. Craning your neck till it hurts, so you can see his face as he gets lost in you.

His eyes never leave yours as he uses all the energy he has left, slamming so hard into you that you can hardly feel your lower body any more. Still, you’re moaning in time with his every thrust.

He loses speed and you know he’s getting close, his breathing getting louder and more rugged. You’re so close too, your legs shaking, you can hardly keep them up any more. Still looking into his eyes, you let out a long, shaking moan, but it sounds more like a cry.

His pupils grow, if possible, even darker. With a final push your name rolls off his lips.

“Y/n.”, and that’s it for you.

You almost scream as waves of pleasure roll through your body from your core. Your legs are shaking violently, and you see white for what feels like half an hour, but is probably a mere second. When you come to again you hear him grunting over you, into your ear almost. Pumping his load into you, claiming you. You’re his now, always have been, always will be.

When both of your breaths have calmed down a bit he pulls his softening dick out of you, and your body falls to the floor at once. No strength left to hold it up. You turn yourself over to the side, head looking right up at him, and he falls right on top of you. You’re left a breathless pile of bodies. Where yours ends and his start you can’t really tell. But it doesn’t matter. He rolls over to the side, an arm pulling you close to him. Apparently that one belonged to his body.

You lay like that, two bodies, breathing into each other, on the floor. Until sleep gets the best of you, too tired to speak, too tired to think.

“You get what you deserve, y/n” you can barely make out, before the world collapses around you.

And it’s true. You do get what you deserve, you get him.

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[rubywithecat]

hi ruby❤️

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

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

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

Reiner x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Number 88

Reiner Braun x Reader | Smau | Fame au | Sports au

Pairings: Reiner Braun x Reader, maybe more?

Contains: Fluff, Angst?, Curse Words

Taglist: Wide Open 😍

After a “thirst” tweet at a certain number 88 goes viral y/n is thrown into a “forbidden” romance with her closest friends “enemy”.

Or

A silly sports romance between y/n, a very popular beauty influencer, and the Marley Warriors star tight end.

TW :

Ongoing

Started: 07/23/23

Latest update : 08/05/23

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Profiles

Yn + Friends - Reiner + Friends

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Chapters

Zero - the accident

One - “hey haha”

Two - “what’s the worst she can say?”

Three - “thanks ☺️”

Four - “old people emojis”

Five - “balance is restored”

Six - “someone humble him”

Seven - soft launch?

Tba

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Taglist (ask or dm to be added)

: @quiveringdeer @0mint-chocolate0 @tacobellfreshavocado @hanjiii914 @ncentic @soraya-daydreams

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Masterlist

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Restart

A Reiner Braun x gender neutral reader fic

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“This chat is twenty years overdue,

Let’s have a seat and tell me your news.

Something about you is different,

I feel at ease when you talk.

Each painful knot is untwisted,

You’ve matured more than I thought.

My destiny is knocking,

This is what I’ve been wanting.

When did our eyes get soft?

I wanna be here, wanna be yours so hard.”

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Four years ago, before his betrayal, you’d been Reiner’s love. But now, after you both survived the rumbling, could you go back to how things were?

[Lyrics and title from the song “Restart” by Veela and Mod3no]

No warnings! Go crazy! Read to ur heart’s content friends!

Tags: lots of fluff, Reiner is soft, kinda spoilers if ur new to the show, post-canon AoT things, awkward ex-couple moments, happy ending

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WC: 3210

AN:

I mean…I would take this man back in a heartbeat. He could step on me and I’D be the one to apologize…you get it.

I took a break from writing my usual super-long fics to bring you this one! I came across the song this is based off of the other day and…my adhd is eating it up, so I have been listening to it on repeat.

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Once more, your gaze locked with golden eyes as you sat in the library. It was a lazy spring afternoon, one which you should’ve been enjoying. Instead, you were hiding indoors, attempting to distract yourself from your emotions once again. That is, until Reiner had walked in on the opposite side of the room. 

You watched from over the top of your book as he exchanged a few words with Mikasa and Armin, who were doing some research that you didn’t have the heart to join in on. Then he turned around, and his eyes found you again, and for a moment you thought you could see him consider walking over. But after a heartbeat, he leaves you alone once more.

“You two can’t keep just staring at each other from across every room like this.”

You were shaken from your thoughts by a voice. It had been three months since you’d all returned from fighting Eren, and your relationship with Reiner was…a stalemate. Four years ago, before he’d left, you’d been his. From the moment you’d walked onto the training field as a cadet, he’d practically attached himself to you at the hip. You had never been sure of what the blond saw in you, but whatever it was caused his eyes to glow a little whenever he looked at you. Soon enough, that warmth had grown into full-blown love; your hands intertwining before missions, curling up a little too close when it was cold, sneaking kisses underneath the stars. 

Your heart shattered into a million pieces when he left, but it was more because he was leaving you, not because he had revealed himself as your enemy at the time. You couldn’t care less if he was a titan shifter, or if he’d been keeping the entire rest of the world a secret. Each morning that you were forced to wake up alone took a little piece of your soul away from you. You were long past convincing yourself it would get better with time; you’d accepted you would feel like this forever.

You looked at the source of the voice, tearing your eyes away from the empty spot where Reiner had been standing. 

“I don’t even know what I’d say to him, Jean,” you murmured as your friend sat down next to you.

“The way you look at each other says you both have a million things you want to say.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start. Besides, he’s better off not having me in his life to hold him back.”

“Now that’s just ridiculous,” Jean scoffed. “Neither of your lives are going anywhere as long as you keep up this weird…orbiting dance you’re doing.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Orbiting dance?”

“Yeah, you’re both too afraid to get too close to the other, even though that’s exactly what you want. So you both just keep your distance, circling around each other, hoping something will knock one of you off your path and into the other’s so you don’t have to do it yourself.”

“You learn that in therapy, or something?” You sighed, and replaced your bookmark back into the page. You wouldn’t get any more reading done.

Your remark earned a chuckle from Jean. “No, I learned it watching two people not bothering to hide their emotions at all.”

Dropping your head in mild embarrassment, you knew you’d never been good at keeping your emotions under wraps when it came to Reiner.

“Talk to him. Please,” Jean moves to stand up from his post beside you. “You’ll both feel better when you do.”

“I’ll try, Jean. But I can’t promise anything.”

Reiner knew you’d been spending your afternoons in the library, but as much as he was trying to give you all the space you needed, Historia had asked him to relay information to Mikasa and Armin. Of course they were doing their research in the library, and of course he couldn’t keep his eyes off you for two seconds when you were in the same room. It was obvious that you’d both changed; he could tell from the small conversations you’d had during the Rumbling. But hell, did he know that he still loved you. You’d grown from that rambunctious, sweet, and slightly awkward cadet into a true soldier and adult. You were level-headed and mature, a deep thinker, kind and gentle…He could tell you’d retained some of your youth, too, from the way you and Conny threw jokes at each other during meals. 

But what did you think of him? He was the one who’d torn you to bits, left you alone on the island while he returned to the safety of his country. When he wasn’t with you as a Scout, he’d spent his time figuring out ways to break the news about himself to you gently, and ways that you’d be able to stay together while he completed his mission. It had all happened so fast, though, and by the time he had Eren in the palm of his hand it was too late to explain anything. Through the titan’s eyes, and through yours, he had seen the shattered pieces of your heart. That memory had resurfaced a hundred too many times while he was back in Marley, the way you’d looked at him. As badly as he wanted to pull you close now, to try and fix everything he did and put all the pieces of your heart back together, he continually convinced himself he’d just break your heart all over again. So, he kept his distance. But when the two of you were in the same room, you were so beautiful, so perfect to him, he was pulled toward you like a magnet. 

You tried to talk to him, you really did. But you’d gotten one good look at Reiner after dinner and had turned on your heel, marching straight back to the solitude of your room. Now, you laid face down on your bed at three in the morning, cursing yourself for being cowardly yet again. This wouldn’t even be the first time you’d talked to him since he left, you’d exchanged words with him throughout the Rumbling. Hell, you fought side-by-side. But now that the fighting was over, everything was…different, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak with him. There was just too much between the two of you.

Knowing it was going to be yet another sleepless night, you dragged yourself out of bed. Throwing on a pair of old sweatpants, it was time for yet another nighttime stroll around the building. 

Despite the fact that you were exhausted, your–what had become nightly–walks were rather peaceful. The entire city was almost silent, and you could exist in your own mind and world for a bit. Pacing through the halls, you found yourself wishing for what you always did; that he was close.

Passing the library, you had the fleeting idea that you’d read a little more of your book, so you tugged the heavy door open. But when you settled down on one of the plush couches, book in hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to read a single word. Sitting in the silence, you stared out the window into the night sky, lost in thought. 

A shifting of the couch seat next to you brings you back to the present. You had been so deep in thought you hadn’t heard the door open, but before you could conjure up a reason why you were sitting in the dark library at three in the morning, you saw a pair of eyes you hadn’t dared to be so close to in a long time.

Reiner watches fear dart behind your eyes, immediately regretting his decision to sit next to you. He hadn’t been able to sleep, as usual, so he decided maybe some fresh air would help. But when he saw you, he became so lost in the pain of the fact that you were probably doing the same as him, walking around to try and get through another sleepless night, that he forgot to glue his feet to their spot. Before he knew it he had planted himself firmly in the seat next to you, studying every inch of your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and after a heartbeat your eyes snap back to where your hands had curled tight around the book in your lap.

His face softens. “Hey.”

Your mind swirls in a panic, trying to find something–anything–to say. 

“Um…What are you reading?” He asks, causing small cracks to appear in the ice that had formed between you. His voice is deep, warm, and familiar, and you feel at ease when he speaks.

“A fantasy novel.” Daring to meet his eyes once more, your heart beats picks up when you see the warm, almost smiling expression he wears.

“Didn’t know you were into those.”

“It’s a habit I picked up. From Sasha.”

“Ah.”

You went back to cursing yourself for making it awkward.

But now Reiner is fully smiling, gently, as he gazes out the window into the starry sky. “Remember when she used to tell those stories, during missions?”

“The ones where all the characters were named after different foods?”

“Heh. Yeah, those were something else.”

“She knew how to make long horseback rides a little shorter, didn’t she?” You chuckle as that odd mix of happiness and sadness washes through you once more. Silence washes over the library again.

“I’m sorry. For everything–”

“Reiner. Don’t.” Feeling your throat tighten, you look up at him, closing the book on your lap and placing it aside.

“I–”

For the first time in years, you hold his gaze. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I hurt you.” You can hear the pain in his voice. There are tears in his eyes, glistening in the moonlight. 

“You were doing what you believed was right. You always have. I would have done the same.”

“What we believe is the right thing isn’t always the right thing.”

“You did what you could, with the information you were given. We all did. I could never hate you for what you did.”

“Then what do you hate me for?”

Your face twists slightly, shocked, and this time you’re the one with tears in your eyes. 

“I-I mean, you have to hate me for something.” Reiner watches your expression.

But your face changes, and a soft smile takes over your lips as you gaze up at him. “Wouldn’t that be childish of me?”

At your smile, he relaxes into the couch slightly, leaning a little closer to you. “You’re allowed to hate people as an adult, silly.”

“Hate is born from not understanding. I understand why you chose to do what you did, so how could I possibly hate you?”

“I hate myself…for what I did.”

“The choices you were forced to make weren’t easy, Reiner.”

“They should’ve been.” 

He pauses for a moment. 

“How could I leave the person I love more than anything else in this world?”

You blink in surprise. Then, warmth floods through your veins. You lean into him, pressing against his arm and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Even if I had known what you were going through, I still would have let you go. It was life or death for you,” you murmur.

“I should have found a way to live. I would have. Shit, I’ve been stabbed and shot and bombed more times than I can count.”

“You fought in a war, Rei. It must’ve been awful.”

His hand slides into yours. “It was. But I’d fight a million more just to see you for one more day.” 

“You don’t have to. And if you did, I’d be right there at your side.”

You feel him sigh, leaning his head against yours and pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Reiner…” That familiar warmth blooms in your chest, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“I missed you so much,” he whispers. “I wished you were there with me every day…but also I was glad you were somewhere safer.”

He missed you…You shift in your spot to look up at him, pressing a hand to his cheek. You’re no longer so afraid to look him in the eyes. “I missed you too. But I’m here with you now.”

“You are. And I’m here with you,” he echoes, as if he’s afraid it’s all a dream, and speaking it aloud would cement the two of you in reality.

And then he shifts, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap, pressing his forehead against yours as your arms loop around his shoulders, tangling in the hair at the back of his head. His hands grip tightly at your waist before sliding around you completely, pulling you as close as humanly possible as your noses brush. For a heartbeat, you linger against each other, letting it settle into your minds that the other was here, until neither of you can hold yourselves back any longer, and you collapse into each other.

The familiarity of his lips against yours overwhelms you, memories of the night he first kissed you surfacing in your mind. You were both sitting on patrol, joking about something stupid, and he suddenly pulled you close. In this moment, time seems to loop back on itself, the two of you kissing in the same way you had all those years ago. Even though you’d both grown as people, he still felt the same…because the love you had for each other had never changed. 

The kiss breaks when Reiner tries to somehow get you even closer, and you giggle at his effort before sliding off his lap and pulling him with you to lay down sideways on the couch. He’s nearly surrounding you completely as he lays half on top of you, crushing you slightly but you couldn’t care less. He peppers kisses across your nose and cheeks and down your neck, lingering a little longer on each one and relishing the way you laugh when the stubble on his chin tickles you. 

The warmth of the moment overwhelms you, turning your laughter into soft sobs as you pull him close, burying your face in his chest. 

“I love you, Reiner. It’s good to have you back.”

“Oh, baby. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” he whispers against your skin. But you can feel the tears running down his cheeks too. 

There’s a few moments of comfortable silence between you two, that couldn’t be more unlike the awkwardness of the past few months. Your fingertips trace over the contours of his face, occasionally wiping fallen tears off his cheeks, simply enjoying being so close. He tightens his arms around you, a rare soft smile appearing across his lips.

“You know, I got so scared when I saw you during Eren’s invasion, in Liberio,” he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. “That place wasn’t safe for you at the time.”

“I wasn’t afraid for me. But when I saw the titans fighting, I was a little scared that you’d get hurt…” you trail off, getting lost in the way the moonlight reflected in his eyes. “What was life like, in Marley?”

He chuckles at your question, sinking into the couch next to you. “It had its moments…but overall, not great. I guess things like cars, photographs, and electricity were normal for me though. I probably grew up in a nicer environment than most people here.”

“Your mother did her best for you, I’m sure of it.”

“Heh, she definitely did something. I guess I get it from her.”

“What?”

“The drive to do absolutely anything for the people I love.”

“That’s one of my favorite things about you, actually.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Really? That’s what you like about me?” He was confused; that trait had caused the deaths of so many people. He’d always preferred not to think about it at all. But it was obvious that you didn’t see it in that way.

“Yeah, I think it’s sweet. It’s what’s kept you alive for so long.”

“No, that’s not it,” he sighs, “What kept me alive was you.”

“I wanted to live…so I could see you again too. I wanted it all to be over so we could be here, like this.”

The emotion behind his eyes is a mix of melancholy and nostalgia as he gazes at you. “How were things, after I…left?”

“Rough, at first. But eventually, we got rid of the rest of the titans, and took over the port. We met Yelena and her crew, and they brought us up to speed.”

“How nice of her,” he muses, causing you to snort out a laugh.

“I think we’re just about on par with Marley now, in terms of development.”

“Eh, it’s way nicer here. Besides, here is where you are.”

“Aw, I kinda wanted to live in Liberio for a bit…” you trail off, giving him a dramatic look that turns to laughter at his expression. “I’m kidding!”

“Heh, you better be,” he laughs, pulling you close once again. 

You move your hand to rest it against his chest as his nose slides against yours, lips fitting together like you were made for each other. His tongue presses against yours slowly, drinking in every breath, every heartbeat…every shred of evidence that you were alive and okay and in his arms. This was everything both of you had wanted since you returned from fighting. Tilting your head, you try to get closer to him, wrapping a leg around his waist as his hands slide under your shirt and up your back. But after an especially deep kiss, he pulls away slightly, his lips ghosting over yours.

“You know, we should probably head to bed before someone wakes up early and finds us making out on the library couch.”

“Aww.” You sink into the couch a little more in protest.

He sits up halfway, still leaning over you. “I promise, my bed is comfier.”

Blushing at his words, you’re thankful it’s still dark in the library. You’d half expected him to send you back to bed in your respective rooms. Who were you kidding, though? This was the man who climbed through your window as a Scout so you could sleep in each others' arms. Hell, he’d seen you naked more times than you could count. But that was so long ago, everything felt new again.

Reiner leads you back to his room, your hand in his, and you can’t hide the smile growing on your face. Not an hour ago this was something you’d only wished would happen; but now your wish had come true. When he pulls you into his room, finally into privacy, you lose track of how many kisses he plants across your skin. And as you settle into his arms under the blankets, sleep washes over you faster than it had in years. 

You wake up with your head resting against his chest, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other around your waist, and only one thought in your mind: you were glad you talked to him.

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Reiner Braun - Wonderland (part 2)

Hullo! Part 2 of Wonderland is finally here! I know I previously said it would only have two parts, but it is highly likely I'll need at least one more part before calling it quits! hope you enjoy this <;3 (part 1 here) (part 3 here)

Follows AOT timeline, so please be mindful of any spoilers ahead. Specifically, this first part contains spoilers from season 4 (ish). The segments and different timezones of the story are divided by quotes from different Taylor Swift songs, which were vital for the formation of this idea. More specifically, the song that served as the backbone for this part of the story was Wildest dreams, from the 1989 album (I wish there was a Taylor's version for it, but we'll have to wait I guess.) This part also used Illicit affairs, from the Folklore album and Getaway Car, from the reputation album.

gn! reader.

usual AOT violence.

1.3 K words.

-> tag list for my dear readers who were waiting for an update! lmk if you want to be added &lt;3 @maliakealoha, @turituri09.

I thought "Heaven can't help me now".

A familiar scent tingled your senses, you could recognise the smell of his cologne even in such a busy street, with Sasha shoving ice cream up to your face and local food sellers frying their specialties in the main road. You took a quick glare over the crowd, scanning the millions of faces just to see him standing against one of the shop's wall - his eyes locked on your figure since God knows how long, merely hiding away from the rest of the Survey Corps. It was a miracle Levi didn't notice him staring - things could have escalated quickly otherwise.

You took Hange and the rest of your team to explore the city, explaining everything about their cultural and technological development.

"You've picked up the accent."

Jean scoffed, now bored of listening to everything you had to say. In the past 9 months, you had a full immersion experience of Liberio - you even managed to obtain a driving license. Hange had told you to maintain a discrete profile whilst trying to acquire as many skills as possible, and you did. Onyankopon as your main teacher, you had managed to completely blend in with the citizens of a nation that tried to exterminate your own population, destroying the city you grew up in and killing the people you loved. A nation that birthed Reiner, the love of your life, your nemesis - everything and nothing at the same time, the person that gave you everything and scarred you the most.

When the meeting was over, you greeted everyone and decided to part ways with them.

"They'll get suspicious if I won't be back.. Have fun for me too!"

You said, leaving the building before anyone could stop you or convince you otherwise.

Make sure nobody sees you leave. Hood over your head, keep your eyes down.

Finally entering what had now become your home, you took off the hooded cloak and hang it by the door. Hold habits die hard after all - and despite your cloak didn't have the wings of freedom on its back, it still reminded you of home, of Paradis, of your mission.

"Did they like it?"

Reiner said, greeting you at the door with a warm cup of coffee and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You only nodded in response, smiling weakly and accepting the cup of coffee. Making your way to the sofa, you let yourself fall on the soft fabric and kept silent. Replaying the day you just spent with your fellow comrades, you wondered whether it was fair for you to hate Reiner so much. Now that you're sitting in his apartment, drinking his coffee, living in his town. It's easy to wonder what life would be like if it wasn't for all these little games, the wars, the hate. You never questioned your loyalty towards Paradis, but sometimes you wished Reiner questioned his. After all, he was serving a country that hated him down to every stupid cell of his body.

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.

Tangled up in bed, you're full of him. Reiner's finger tips slowly drawing imaginary patterns on your soft skin whilst he tries to catch his breath. Making love with him was always exhausting, full of passion, and hate, and love, and remorse. It was an explosion of feelings, something that felt so right but so wrong. Loving him was incredibly easy - his features had grown with him, so much sometimes you could almost forget what he did. You could only see the beautiful man he had become, the thoughtful, loving man who only wanted to redeem himself. Who fell on his knees the first time he saw you again and begged for your forgiveness, because his feelings were always real. Because he had loved you since the first day of training as cadets and continued to do so even after so, so many years. Because he hated himself for what he did, wishing he stayed - wishing he would have known better.

It was always easy for Reiner to hit your soft spot, he was your only weakness. Your only motivation. If only your friends knew about this.. no one would approve this. But now your hair smell like his cologne and his lips taste like you, creating a bubble that you hoped would never pop.

"Say you'll remember me."

You whispered, passing your fingers through his blonde hair. Reiner raises an eyebrow in response, melting into your touch.

"Once this will be over."

You whisper again, biting your lips to try and stop the tears from flooding your eyes. His rough hand caresses your cheek and you melt onto his touch, your face slowly adhering to his palm. The sorrow your hearts feel is the same, after all, he only has a few years left.

"I will. Rosy cheeks and all."

Reiner answered, pulling you closer to him and hugging you tightly to his chest. You smiled, grabbing his face between your hands, taking your time to admire the handsome man you lover was. The way time and pain have marked his face, tracing little wrinkles around his forehead and eyes. His strong arms were now holding you and keeping you safe, and that's how you wanted to remember your lover. Handsome, in love, and yours.

It's no surprise I turned you in, 'cause us traitors never win. 

When you snuggled out of bed that morning, Reiner was still in deep sleep. Gentle snores filled the room and allowed you to dress up silently, packing the few thing you had left in his room. You took a second to observe him, as if you could photograph this moment with your pupils. The white sheets were messily covered his toned body, the bed still messy from the night before. You stared at him for a little longer, whispering a little "I love you" to him before leaving that apartment forever. Closing the door behind your back, you put the hood of your cloak on to cover your face - and wondered if he felt the same way 5 years ago, when he ran and never came back. If he felt the same ache in his heart, if he felt this much love for you - if he felt as a traitor.

It was too late to think look back now, as you put your new ODM gear on. Levi had been rehearsing the plan all day, everything was ready: Eren would signal the start of the counterattack.

Standing on the roof of a building, you observed the plan unravel swiftly, everything going according to plan.

"Everything okay?"

Jean carefully asked, noticing how you zoned out when Reiner crossed the stage. You shook your head weakly in response as you hoped with every fibre of your being he would not be Eren's aim. If Tybur was the main target of this campaign, why was Reiner even remotely involved?

Before you could even think twice about it, you were flying around buildings, fighting civilians and avoiding any stone Eren's titan would throw. You fought, you killed. The blood of civilian's that greeted you every morning and sold you the coffee you loved so much was now on your hands, and it was hard to ignore. It was hard to think that a more diplomatic approach wouldn't have solved things. Rushing to the airship to retire and follow the orders received from your superiors, you looked at Liberio for one last time. Scanning through the building, the smoke, the shots, you finally managed to catch a glimpse of the Armoured Titan. A bittersweet smile formed on your lips as you followed the titan's movements from above - it looked as beautiful as its owner, as crazy as this might have sounded. A chuckle escaped your lips as a tear streamed down your cheek, burning your skin as if your eyes were leaking acid.

I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed.

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pairing: reiner x black!fem reader

word count: 5.1k

content: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading language, size kink, backshots, m!penetration, creampie, breeding kink

Merry Belated Christmas everyone!! Hope everyone has had a sliver of something nice this holiday season — If not yet, then let this fic be it! This piece is part of the Hey! You! Rent is Due! series that I’m currently writing on AO3. You can definitely read this without reading any of the prior stories but if you want more of these two shenanigans, you can read the stuff over there (and advisably after the 1st fic but before the 2nd!!). Enjoy 🫶🏾

Christmas was a rather difficult time for Reiner. 

Having always spent them with just him and Karina dwindled the experience over the years and turned the holiday sour for him.

Not like Karina didn’t attempt to make them special; she absolutely tried her best to make young Reiner the warmest meals and bow the cutest few presents — but the Christmas’ he watched on TV and heard from his friends just didn’t match up with the ones he lived, hence the mild distaste towards it. 

However, now that he was currently infatuated with you and had you as the every figment of his daydream thoughts, Christmas was sounding like a better concept than it did most years. 

“You doing anything over the Christmas period?” 

Reiner was currently posted up within your small kitchenette, the small of his back pressed against the countertop as he watched you cook — half an orange segment occupying his hands. 

“Not really.” You neutrally answered. 

“How come?” 

Taking in a deep breath, you continued to season the food. You shook a shake of cardamom into the pan before answering the man. 

“I’d normally spend it with my folks but the family all live kinda far out and scattered everywhere. Plus even if they were to fly in, most flights get cancelled this time of the year anyway so it probably won’t be possible.” You said, your focus still occupied on sautéing food.

The blonde popped an orange piece into his mouth but moved off the counter to stand behind you. 

“So you’ll be spending it alone?” 

You shrugged before briefly glancing up at him. 

“I guess so, yeah.” 

Reiner hummed in thought. 

Even he, who wasn’t the biggest Christmas fan, felt a twinge in his heart at the fact that you were going to spend it alone. He definitely knows how holidays can bring about a cloud of lonely melancholy and so he really did feel compelled at your circumstance. 

Reiner placed a singular orange slice in front of your mouth and so you took the initiative to lean forwards and receive the fruit from his hand. Reiner then put the last few in his own mouth before snaking his arms around your waist. As soon as he stood over you, a heavy whaft of steam from the food softly billowed over his face. 

“I would really like to spend Christmas with you. If family was visiting at least then my mother would be distracted enough for me to slip out.” 

Swallowing the orange in your mouth and then shaking your head, you made a noise of alarmed surprise. 

“Nope. Don’t even think about that. As much as I’d love to see you, it’d be too risky.”

“But you won’t be spending it with anyone.” He said a lot more softly. 

You could only pout at how Reiner’s concern touched your heart. Even without the two of you being in a relationship, he still held you in high consideration and treated you well. 

“I know, and I’m grateful that you’re thinking about me but there’s nothing we can do about it, Rei. It’s not like I could come see you or you me. It’s just how things have turned out this year.” 

The man didn’t say much else. You can tell he was pondering your thoughts but the last thing you wanted him to feel for you was sympathy. Slightly leaning into him, you pressed your head against the expanse of his chest. 

You didn’t want him thinking about this too hard. 

“It’s fine Rei, really. It won’t be too bad. I can finally just have a relaxing day to myself. Make myself a mini roast, call a few friends and family or maybe even watch a service online, we’ll see.” 

Even if he didn’t agree with the outcome, you raised a valid point. It’s not like he could invite you round to his; Karina was still in the unknown about the two of you's ‘relationship’ and Christmas was probably not the best time to reveal to his mother that he was fucking her tenant. 

He could try sneaking out and pay you a quick visit but that’d mean leaving his mother alone for a while and the last thing he’d want her to feel is abandonment on Christmas.

The only thing Reiner could think to do was buy you a gift — Which is practically a no brainer concerning that’s all he ever seems to know how to do when it comes to pleasing you. Still, the man understands the magic of Christmas is usually accounted for on the day itself so if he intended to do this somewhat right then he needed to think of something innovative. 

Bending down to kiss the smooth skin of one of your exposed shoulders, Reiner rubbed his hand down your arm as he echoed your last statement. 

“Yeah…I guess we will see.” 

Christmas day rolled around and as predicted, nothing too fancy happened for you. 

You got dressed into your favourite jumper and pleated skirt, video called a few family and friends, had your mini version of a Christmas dinner and even sat through an hour of an online Christmas service. You’d made what you could out of the day and you were okay with that. Nothing too exciting. 

That was, until it had just gone past six and you had an unexpected knock at your door. 

Opening up, you were met with absolutely the last faces you thought you’d see today. 

“Merry Christmas!”

“Me—Merry…Christmas? Wait, Karina, what are you doing here?”

There in your doorway stood none other than your landlord Karina, and behind her, her son Reiner. The two stood there with wide smiling faces. 

“Oh, me and Reiner just took a gamble and thought we’d pay you a visit for the holidays. Didn’t want you spending it alone or anything if that was the case so we popped round! Sorry for not notifying you beforehand.” 

You watched as the woman invited herself in, her son lagging behind her. You quickly glanced backwards at Karina before turning round to face Reiner who was still standing in the doorway. 

You mouthed ‘what are you doing here?!’ in mild panic but the blonde only chuckled as he handed you a small cheap bag.

“Merry Christmas to you too! I hope Christmas day isn’t too bad of a time to check up on that leaky pipe you emailed me about?” He said in a much louder but warning tone. 

You furrowed your eyebrows. 

A leaky pipe was definitely not an issue you mentioned to the man. Especially since he’d already come round for the ‘bathroom maintenance’ he forgot last time. But per his blown eyes and strained expression, you started to understand what was going on. 

Reiner must have used the excuse of a maintenance job to pay you a visit without making it suspicious. That must have been the only way he could think of how to come and see you on Christmas without it looking suspicious. 

With an air of amusement, you took the bag from him, your smile coy. 

“Thank you so much for the gift. If I had known you were coming, I would have brought you something too.” 

Slightly opening the gift bag, you could make out a card and a small bag of chocolate. A standard and inauspicious gift for a landowner to give to their tenant — Definitely not Reiner’s style. 

It was almost as if the man knew the very thing you were thinking regarding he slightly bent himself down to your height to whisper in your ear. 

“This is from the both of us. You’re getting your real present from me in a bit.” Reiner quickly pecked your lips with a sweet kiss, a small squeal leaving your mouth at his boldness. 

As he pulled away and walked further inside, Karina turned around, just about missing your risky displays of affection with a face displaying mild concern. 

“Reiner told me you had a leaky pipe in the bathroom? I know it may seem a bit strange but we thought we might at least come round and fix it today, seeing as it’s Christmas and all. I really do hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience.”

Shaking your head, you dispelled her concerns. 

“No, no, not at all, Karina. In fact I’m grateful you thought of me at such a time. Is Christmas usually busy for you?” You tried to make small talk as you proceeded to shut the door behind you and placed the gift down on the small table near the entrance. 

Karina gave you a complicated look. 

“Rarely ever. Unless family are in town it’s usually just me and Rei so I guess it’s nice we get to see another face.” 

With a polite smile, you had the intention to answer but before you could, Reiner spoke up.

“Okay, I’m gonna go check on that plumping work.” 

There was a hurried edge to the man’s voice, a sense of desperate urgency as he gravitated towards your bedroom door. 

Both you and Karina looked towards Reiner, unsure of what he was rushing for but you didn’t have to wonder for long concerning he raised his eyebrows at you. You however didn’t miss the slight smile on his face. 

“Could you show me where the problem is?” He reiterated in your direction. 

It took a few seconds for you to realise what he was hinting at but once the penny dropped, your face lit up. 

“Yes! The leaky pipe! Sure, sure.” 

You took a few steps in the direction of your bedroom but stopped mid way. Remembering you had more than just one guest, you looked back towards your landlord. You smiled sweetly at the blonde woman who was currently seated on your couch. 

“Karina. Please, make yourself comfortable. We won’t be long!” You mused. 

Like you had to tell her. Karina was already enamoured with the Christmas special that was being played on the TV to pay you much attention. 

“Sure, dearest.” She absentely said, her concentration fixed to the screen. 

As you turned back to the direction of your room, you realised that the door was now wide open but Reiner was nowhere in sight. Assuming he had already invited himself into your ensuite, you walked into your room unaware. 

However, before you could even step properly into the room, your bedroom door had shut behind you and a pair of large yet familiar hands tied themselves around your waists. 

With a gleeful smile, you turned around within Reiner’s arms, your first port-of-call being to finally get your full kiss from the man. 

“Hey.” 

Reiner mumbled into the kiss as he lightly pushed your body against the wall. There was no delay in affection as he kissed you back with just as much vigour. 

“Hey.” You muffled back. 

“Missed you.”

“Saw me two days ago.”

“Still wan’ad to come.”

“Didn’t have to.” You mewled hungrily into the kiss. 

“But I wanted to.” He retorted. 

Your arms reached upwards to cling around the blonde’s neck as his hands came down to hook underneath your ass and lift one of your legs around his hip. 

“I really wanted to see you. So, so bad.” He muttered into your lips but more to himself. 

A hum left your throat to show you understood. 

Reiner’s intentions with you were no secret as you could feel the hard pressing of his dick print against your legs. However, this was such an awkward time to do anything inherently sexual, especially concerning it wasn’t just you two in the apartment. 

Momentarily gaining a period of common sense, you caressed the short hairs on the back of Reiner’s neck before voicing your distress. 

“Reiner, we can’t. Your mother is literally next door and the walls in here aren’t the thickest.” You shortly inhaled as the man began to eagerly kiss some of the sensitive skin of your neck. 

Reiner’s hands raised underneath your skirt as he fondled the fat of your ass. Giving it a squeeze, he simultaneously took a deep breath, clearly enjoying the scented perfume you had used previously that morning.

“Well you’re just gonna have to keep it down, aren’t you?” He eventually replied back. 

A scandalous gasp left your throat as Reiner’s hands slid downwards and squeezed at your lips through your underwear. 

“I-I don’t know if I can do that.” You struggled to say as you rolled your head against your bedroom wall. 

Even though you wanted to be the voice of reason, Reiner’s eagerness for you was more convincing. As the blonde slipped the cotton of your panties to the side, he lightly delved his fingers past your pussy lips and fondled with the gathering slick. At the cool touch, your eyes flickered out of sync. After only a handful of encounters, he was already becoming well versed in knowing what actions turned you on the easiest. 

“C’mon. Promise me.” He cooed. 

A struggling breath of hot air left your mouth. You kept your hand on Reiner’s head to keep his face within the crook of your neck. You didn’t want him to see how blissed out you already were. 

“Rei…” You breathed. The man made a throaty sound in initial reply. 

“I said, promise me.” 

You heard him, loud and clear, but the sensation of Reiner lightly exploring his fingers within the warm flesh of your pussy, and the glittering brushes over your clit just felt too good. How could you promise him silence when you could already feel your throat wanting to open up with wanton joy?! 

Still, Reiner was adamant you made that adjustment and you only realised that once he paused the movements he was kneading into your cunt. On instinct, you tried to rub yourself down onto the man’s fingers. 

“Nu uh, Not until you promise me, baby. You’ve got to promise that you’ll keep it down.” 

“But Reiner…”

You didn’t even get to finish your plea. Reiner tutted as he pulled his hand away from your cunt whilst simultaneously pulling his head up to give you a stern look. 

This was just ridiculous! Wasn’t it him who couldn’t stay away from you in the first place? So desperate that he risked bringing his mother, your landlord, to his sneaky link with him?! Why was he now apprehending you from what you rightfully deserved?

With a whine and a flung back head against the wall, you had no choice but to give in. 

“Okay! Okay, I promise!” You hissed. 

“Good girl.” 

Reiner didn’t bring his fingers back towards your already dribbling pussy. Instead, he brought them up towards his own lips and suckled on his glistening fingers, his eyes not leaving yours. 

You felt a heat pool to your lower regions as a second heartbeat developed. 

For such a serious looking man, Reiner definitely knew how to work his way around that physical presumption. However, looking past his stoic expression, you could tell that even he was desperate to get a taste of you. 

Every mask eventually cracked. 

With a striking boldness, you removed Reiner’s fingers from his mouth, a slick line of saliva connecting the two before you erased it with your own lips and kissed him. This time you did so without apprehension and ground yourself forward into him and Reiner’s hand firmly gripped your leg around his waist again but not without pouring a hungry growl into you first. 

“I need to be inside of you.”

Everything was always messy with the two of you. You’ve only fucked four times before now but one thing you both discovered is that there was barely any room for subtlety. 

“Then fuck me, Reiner.” Your hand came down to cup at the growing length within his jeans. “Like honestly, just do it already.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Letting go of you, Reiner turned you around before splaying his large hand over the expanse of your jumper and bending you over. There was no time wasted as he lifted the bottom of your skirt upwards and then shucked down your damp panties, letting the material pool by your inner knees.

Automatically your hands splayed out in front of you as you leaned them onto the wall to support yourself, your cheek squishing against the surface. Even from where you were, you could hear the jingles and words that played from the TV in the living room. 

You couldn’t help but wander how much Karina could hear from her position.

The shuckling of Reiner’s belt clanked from behind you.  

“You want me to prep or should you?” He asked. 

“Already done.” 

There was a hesitation in Reiner’s actions as he gave you a perplexed look. Him visiting you today was clearly a surprise to you and not one he’d previously hinted at. And Reiner himself was a man who always liked to be prepared, but even this was beyond his skill set. 

Slightly turning your head round, you questioned the hold up with a face of confusion. 

“You’re saying you’ve already prepped yourself?” Reiner reiterated. 

“Yeah.”

Reiner blinked thrice at your reply, his face seemingly blank but you had come to realise that that specific face was one of immense and thorough thinking. 

With a seductive laugh, you reached your hand over your ass to innocuously gape open your pussy with only two your fingers, displaying the inner pretty pink flesh for Reiner to see in all its glory. 

“Why you so surprised, Reiner? What, you never had a bit of a Christmas jerk before? Played with any toys on the day of new gifts?” 

Like the attraction to a siren call, Reiner found himself plunging two fingers inside of your second heart before he even realised what was doing. A guttural moan slipped from your mouth but you quickly had to shut it due to the promise you made to Reiner and the company on the other side of the wall. 

“Fuck.” The blonde whispered as his fingers etched out the expanded blueprint of your walls. 

You couldn’t help but to continue looking back at him with doey eyes. Even though your neck was starting to crane, the drunk look on Reiner’s face was all the more worth it. 

As the blonde bent his fingers upwards and pulled his fingers out, he brought forwards your natural nectar, the gel like honey once again staining his hands. 

“Oh, look at this perfect pussy of yours.” He said in a hush voice. “Already dribbling and crying for my cock to do some real damage to it, huh?”

And you knew he wasn’t lying because you could feel the slight press of his naked dick caress against your ass — He was stiffening by the second! It was clear Reiner wasn’t going to go easy on you just because his mother was in the other room. You eagerly pressed backwards into him as a desperate high-pitched whine left your throat but the man initially resisted. 

“Hold on. Patience.” He said. “God, you’re such a needy whore…” 

The curse left his mouth as he purposely brushed his dick over the slit of your cunt. The juicy nature of it made it easy for his helmet to slot pass the crevice, your hole already trying to suck him in.

“Please, Rei. I need you. Really need you to fill my whore pussy up.” You mumbled, finally letting your head turn and cheek naturally flatten against the wall. 

A hubristic hum left the blonde's throat. You could tell this scenario was all going to his head but you didn’t mind. As long as it meant you’d get a better fuck outta him, you didn’t mind. 

“I guess I could grant you at least one Christmas wish.” He chided. 

With ease, Reiner’s large hands came to split your ass cheeks apart, giving himself better access to your glistening pussy lips as he dutifully plunged his dick into you. It was evident the crunchy moan leaving his mouth at the introduction to your warmness was genuine. 

In mirror to him, a fluttering gasp spilled from your mouth but you instantly had to hold a hand over it to cover up the sound. You could already tell that the both of you were going to have an issue with keeping the noise down. 

But God, even with the amount of self stretching you had done earlier, nothing prepared you for the girthy taunt that Reiner’s big cock made as he sunk into you. It expanded you, pushed your limits. Yet, you took it like a champ and allowed him to split you open — your pussy swallowing him whole. 

As testament to how well you were accustomed to him, Reiner found it easy to calculate his pace and slowly pump himself in and out of your pussy.  

The sight of his length when he first pulled out of you almost melted his brain. The way your insides had already wet his girth after one plunge was insane! His dick, slick with one encounter of your honeyed cum, was drenched. 

“God, I missed this pussy so much.” 

He breathed as he took a hold of your hips and started to fasten the pace at which he pumped into you. 

If you were in a better mindset you would have cheekily reminded him how it hadn’t even been 48 hours since he last had you, but you couldn’t because you were currently squished up against the wall, your lips slack as you gurgled out inconsolable words of delight. 

Due to the force of his actions, Reiner had to keep raising your skirt over the small of your back as it kept falling down over your ass. In the end, he bunched up the cloth in his hand and held it against your back which ultimately messed up the pleats. Not like he cared — all it did was give him a better view of where the two of you connected. 

“Shit, if only you could see how well you were taking me. Saw how your slutty pussy easily eats my dick. Best Christmas gift I could ever receive.”

Reiner’s skin started to pat against your ass within a steady rhythm which caused light slapping sounds to play throughout the room. All you could do was let out small puffs of air, some of them accidentally coming out as kitten-like mewls. 

At that, Reiner grunted disapprovingly. 

“You know I usually love to hear you but remember the promise you made me, right? How we haven’t got the apartment all to ourselves at the moment?”

You attempted to nod but the movement seemed miscellaneous in comparison to the thrusts Reiner was bumping into you. 

Like you could even say anything in reply — the sensations dancing throughout your body were too great to fight against. All you could do was bite your bottom lip to try and stop yourself from letting out too much. 

If you didn’t know the blonde any better, you’d think this situation was turning him on. 

“Fuuuuck, fuck fuck.” 

All you could do was whine into the plaster wall, your hand coming up to permanently mask over your mouth as your moans were growing too great. 

“Mhm. Keep quiet for me, baby. You don’t wanna get caught. That’s the last thing we want, huh.” He panted. 

By now Reiner was slamming himself into you, his grip on your waist firm as he flung his own head backwards in pleasure. 

Everything was so loud. Reiner’s low moans, the slapping of your skin and even your body mutedly banged into the wall. There was no way Karina was sitting just over 8 feet away and wasn’t aware of what was going on — No chance! Nothing about what the both of you were doing was discreet but there was a small part of you that didn’t care. 

Maybe, just maybe, getting caught wasn’t so bad.

Even when you thought it couldn't get any better, Reiner had slightly altered his angle and suddenly your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. 

“Fuck, yes! Righ’ there, Rei. Righ there, righ’ there, righ’ thereeeee.” 

The way Reiner was hitting that gooey spot right inside of you with perfect precision was ludicrous. That thick cock of his just kept brushing over it again and again and again and again! 

“Ah, shit, baby. I’m close.” He mumbled.

Reiner’s strokes were so deliciously firm. He knew what he was doing as he chose to dig you out like this, your inner walls clenching around his girth. 

You hadn’t even time to register his impending release as your strength was too fucked to even hold yourself up as your body began to slide down the wall. 

As one of his arms came from underneath you to hold you up via your stomach, Reiner leaned forwards so that he could whisper his next words into your ear, his hips continuing to piston into your weeping hole. 

“Lemme give you…another Christmas gift, yeah? Lemme give you the gift of my seed. I’ll — fuck — I’ll pour my seed inside of you and…and fill up that empty womb of yours.”

By now you were merely reduced to a whimpering mess. There was no point trying to cover your mouth since you barely had any control over your body. 

“Pleaaase…pleaaase.” Was all you could muster  out. 

Reiner pumped a few more strokes into you, his pants heavy as he was still bent over your back, before his hips stuttered still. You felt the hot cumshots splurge your insides before you mentally realised Reiner had orgasmed. 

As the semen vandalised your insides, a creamy moan left your mouth as you could feel your womb being filled up. Pump after the pump, Reiner emptied his load into your stomach, the feeling so addictive as you could only dream yourself being stuffed more. 

Reiner on the other hand could only let his eyes roll as he leaked his white cum into your baby pink cunt. 

The both of you struggled to stay on your feet as you were so blacked out within your sexual bliss. With knees nearly buckling and heavy pants exchanging, you had both briefly forgotten that you weren’t home alone. 

“You okay?” Reiner asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Briskly wiping your mouth and chin with the side of your hand, you nodded. 

“Yeah…yeah, I’m good.”

The feeling of Reiner pulling out was never your favourite thing to experience. Not only because the absence of his warmth was felt but more so because the gaping feeling his girth left was detrimental. 

A sharp ‘fuck’ left your mouth once Reiner had pulled out with a plop. He however found your reaction amusing. 

As you finally stood yourself up, you hadn’t even time to stretch out your back before you were spun around and pulled into a kiss. At first, you were uptight about the impromptu display of affection, but you couldn’t be displeased for long. It was safe to say you kissed Reiner back just as willingly. 

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled into your kiss. It was almost mesmerising how you could still taste yourself on him, the wet muscle of his mouth addicting. 

“Merry Christmas to you too, asshole.” You chided back, unable to stop yourself from smiling into the kiss as you felt Reiner’s hand reach down beneath your skirt and languidly attempt to scoop his leaking cum back inside of you.  

The exchange between the both of you would have gone on for longer but unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door. 

Both you and Reiner froze, unsure whether you heard right. Exchanging looks, you both started to move away from each other in fear of being caught. It looks like you had let your guard down for too long as already, the door handle was pushing downwards.

You both gasped in shock, muted swears flying out of your mouths as you tried to pull yourselves together. As Reiner buckled up his jeans and you pulled your panties over your leaking cum-filled cunt, Karina entered the room. 

Peeping her head around the door with concern, the woman looked between the both of you. 

“Everything alright? It sounded tricky in here.” 

You felt your blood run cold. 

Did she know?!

To cover up your anxiety, you sweetly smiled at your landlord as you sat yourself down on your bed and squeezed your legs together — trying your best to stop the drizzling of Reiner’s cum down your legs. 

Unsure of how to answer, you looked towards her son. Luckily, the blonde man spoke up in the defence of you both. 

“Everything’s totally fine, Ma. Apparently the piping was situated around the walls of the bedroom too so I had to sort that out. Was a bit tough but we got there in the end. Might as well have been a Christmas miracle.” 

Seeing Reiner’s open expression, the lady invited herself more inside of your room. 

“Oh, well isn’t that wonderful?!” Karina clasped her hands together as her expression illuminated. 

You thought she would at least end the conversation there but she had instead turned to direct a question towards you. 

“By the way, I forgot to ask. How’s the job search going?! Your payments are all coming in okay so I’m assuming you’ve been able to find work?”

You heard Reiner clear his throat. 

“Ah, the job search, yes.” You briefly glanced in the blonde man’s direction, your legs clamping even tighter. 

That was another thing you were currently keeping from Karina. Not only were you and her son newly acquainted fuckbuddies, but Reiner has ever so kindly decided to pay your rent in the time being. 

He doesn’t even know why he ended up agreeing to it, but something about you made Reiner feel the need to offer the helping hand. 

“The redundancy from my old place was really generous so I’m good for a while but I still haven’t been able to find anything yet.” You lied, your skin feeling itchy with sweat. 

Karina gave an understanding nod.

“That sounds plausible but hopefully you find a new occupation soon. You’re a smart girl, you should be able to get somewhere. Or maybe a sugar daddy — either one.” 

Your face made an exclamatory expression at her words. Not having expected her to say that you could only hide your mouth behind your hand. 

Reiner on the other hand gave a verbal chide, his cheeks reddening. 

“I—Ma!”

“What? I’m only being honest. This is girl stuff. She knows what I’m talking about.” 

Karina gave you a light hearted wink, as if to be conveying a secret girl code that Reiner wasn’t in the know about, but all you could do was awkwardly laugh back as you fidgeted on top of your duvet — Reiner’s cum now staining your panties. 

My, oh my. If only your landlord knew. 

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[josmium]

@ricebunnyyy convinced me to share this earlier than I planned

Soooo I share

Just imagine you knocking the door, it opens and you see this gorgeous man dressed in a bedsheet, pants and sunlight ///>w<///

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[sweetdreamlandstuff]

On my mind

NSFW / Minors don’t interact / Modern AU

Pairing: Reiner Braun x female reader

Content: Handjob, blowjob, deepthroat, swallowing cum

Notes: He just deserves this, getting his depression sucked right out of him lol. Hope you enjoy :)

Wc: 1.100

“Do you want to watch something different?” You ask, peering up at Reiner’s face. 

“What?” His golden eyes find yours. “No, no” he lets out a deep sigh.

“But it seems like the show is boring you” you hesitate.

He sighs, and you feel his large hand stopping to smooth over your back.

“It’s just that I have a presentation at work tomorrow…” he trails off.

“Oh right.” You hum. “I forgot about that….” You watch the worried expression on his handsome face. A frown is etched onto his forehead as he averts your gaze. 

You let your hand glide over his forehead, smoothing out the frown. A weak smile appears on his face at your antics. 

“Want me to take your mind off it?” You propose, getting up from his broad chest.

He raises one eyebrow “And how would you do that?” He inquires.

You loom closer to him, nearly touching his lips with yours “Just watch” you breathe.

You take ahold of his hand, urging him to sit on the edge of the bed. He complies but his puzzled expression makes you giggle. You kneel between his spread legs. 

You pull down his pants along with his boxers while looking up at him with beseeching eyes. His expression changes and you see his Adam’s apple bop as he swallows hard.

“Baby” he mumbles hesitantly and you see how it arouses him to just see you looking up at him through your batted lashes.

You take his thick cock into your hand, softly stroking up and down. His breath hitches when he sees how massive his dick looks in your delicate hand.

“Let me take care of you. Let me ease your stress” you mutter, your eyes now fixed on his half-hardened dick in your hand. You know Reiner is a giver and sometimes you just want to show him that you love him, that he is worthy of receiving all he love you give him. You want to make him feel good, desperately so. 

You see the power you have over him; just two strokes of your hand and he is throbbing under your touch. And you can’t wait any longer as well. Your other hand moves to brace yourself against his thigh as you lean forward. 

You take his sensitive tip into your mouth, drawing a gasp from him. You suck on his tip while you still work your hand over his shaft. You have your eyes closed, marveling in the taste of him on your tongue. You briefly jerk his cock in synchronicity with your bobbing mouth before you focus on his head again. 

Then you swirl your tongue around his circumference while looking up at him. You see Reiner looking down at you; his eyes fixed on your mouth wrapped around him before he trails up to your eyes. He extends his arm, his large hand cupping your face softly “You look so beautiful like that” he mutters, his voice hoarse. 

You grin up at him happily before you take all of him inside of you. He groans, his eyes widening as he feels the resistance of your throat against his sensitive tip.

You bop your head, a slow and teasing tempo, while you smooth your tongue along the base of his length. You feel him shudder under your hand, a low groan falling from his lips. 

You let go of him for a second, catching your breath. A string of spit connecting your lips and his dick. “You like that?”

He gulps, his voice hoarse as he mutters “Yes- fuck yes. You’re doing so good” he cradles your face in his large palm again, his thumb following the curve of your mouth, wiping away your spit. “So good.” A shiver runs down your spine at the lovestruck look in his eyes. His praise warms your heart.

You lick up the base of his cock while keeping eye contact. “I wanna make you feel good. You always make me feel so good, Reiner” you breathe.

You feel his dick twitching at your praise. He only looks down at you, his gaze vulnerable. And he swears he could look at you forever like this; kneeling before him, your swollen lips wrapped around his dick. The look of pure devotion in your eyes makes him nearly loose his mind.

You stroke him once again, relishing in the feeling of his large cock between your fingers before you dip down again. Your cheeks hollow as you suck harshly on his tip. Reiner hisses at the sensation. He moves involuntarily bucking his hips up slightly to push further into you. 

And you oblige, taking all of him into your mouth. You bop your head again, both of your hands now resting on his thighs as you let your mouth do all the work. You hear Reiner groaning again and you can’t help a moan forming in your mouth, the vibration of it causing him to curse under his breath. You feel the blood pool down at your center, getting turned on by tasting him and hearing the pleasure you give him. You love the power you have over him like this; Reiner laying at your mercy as you make him loose himself completely.

He just watches you work, his eyes never leaving your face. You feel his length throbbing, his breath getting more and more heavy as he falls apart. You feel his legs trembling once you increase your pace and suck harsher. He groans and you see his mouth hanging agape as you look up at him through your lashes. 

“Fuck baby I- I’m gonna cum” he mutters. So you continue your work, feeling his dick pulse inside of your mouth. He comes with a staggered groan his hips thrusting up slightly and you feel tears prickling in your eyes as you guide him through his orgasm. 

You let go of him when you taste his semen in your mouth. You loll out your tongue while you encircle his girth, pumping into his sensitive tip to milk him dry. You hold your eyes to his; you want him to watch you do this.

You feel his warm cum hitting your tongue, some of it dripping down onto your bottom lip and chin as his gaze is fixed on you, his eyes widened as his orgasm crashes over him. You moan as you taste him, swallowing everything he gives you.

You let go of him once he is done. You wipe off the cum on your chin and lick it off your finger. Then you take his pulsating dick into your hand again to swirl your tongue around the circumference of his tip to get all of his spent. This has Reiner hissing from overstimulation. 

You let go of him, standing up, finally stretching your legs. His large palms smooth over the sides of your body before he positions you on his thigh. His blown-out pupils fixate on your eyes as he whispers softly “Thank you, baby.”

You press a chaste kiss on his lips. “It was my pleasure” you breathe, suppressing the urge to rub your clit against his thigh.

“Well, now only one thing is left on my mind” he mumbles, his voice low and taunting. Your breath hitches once his palms grab your ass through your pants, pulling you closer to him. You hold onto his broad shoulders and you know he is going to treat you so good, because after all Reiner is a giver.

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personal trainer! reiner x chubby! afab! reader

Thinking about personal trainer! Reiner, who loves chubby girls. Especially you, when you come all shy and nervous to his gym telling him how you wanted to change some bad habits, and he gets to see you in a sports bra with tiny sports shorts that show him just enough of your ass. Personal trainer! Reiner tells you to get on all fours and start doing single leg raises while his big hands stay on your hips to keep you in place. It drives him crazy the way your muscles tighten because of the physical effort, and he cannot help but think that maybe, one day, he'll make your muscles tighten by making you squirt.

And he is a good person, he is, telling you how much of a good girl you are after walking the mile and that he is proud of you. So you wanna keep coming to his gym because he makes you feel comfortable and personal trainer! Reiner cannot be happier because he knows he gets to see you covered in sweat and panting after pushing your limits. His favorite part of the workout is when you are on the mat doing hip thrusts because he sits next to you, looking at how the fat of your thighs shakes every time you lift your hips and personal trainer! Reiner wishes his face was between them, eating you out after being so obedient to him and following everything he said. So one day, personal trainer! Reiner cannot take it anymore, and he sneaks into the changing room, watching how you change from the gym clothes, your body, and muscles sore after all that you did. And right there, he decides that it is time to fuck you stupid on his cock. Because personal trainer! Reiner is bigger and stronger than you, so he lifts you so easily and makes you bounce on his dick while making you gag on his fingers because you've been too noisy. "Shh. You've been working hard recently. I thought you needed a reward, that's it."

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Paperwork

Reiner x fem!reader

2,8k words

Reiner has been busy at work and you miss him. You decide to visit him in his office.

cw: office sex, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, “baby”, moaning, established relationship, smut with feelings, mentions of him being bigger than you, sweet, they are not having sex they are making LOVE

It’s been a long time since you slept together. These days Reiner is always busy with work, with papers. Even though you know he doesn't have a choice, you can't deny that you miss having him beside you in bed. With his workload piling up he's always home late, and up and out again before you even wake up. You hardly ever see him, at this rate.

It's hard, being a supportive partner while missing him this much. While missing his mind, but also his body this much. You haven’t had sex in two months, and although it not what you needed most in your relationship with him, you still find yourself longing for his touch, his weight next to yours, under you, on top of you. Even at job you're spacing out, just longing for his hands to caress yours. To trail further, unbuckle your bra, cup a breast as he slid his hand under your shirt, to your back. Always tender, caressing your every inch. You close your eyes, trying to succumb to the daydream. He nibbles at your neck and knows all your sweet spots as his hands roam over your body, your chest, your butt cheeks. A moan escapes you as a hand travels down between your legs, trying to ease some of the tension that has built up over the last months.

“y/n”, you hear someone say, and you’re able to pull yourself out of it just before they round the corner, almost catching you in the act.

It’s no use, something has to be done.

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That evening you’re asleep as always when Reiner bounces into bed. An exhausted sigh leaving his lips before his eyes move over to the side, regarding your sleeping form, the covers moving up and down in tune with your breathing. Another sigh escapes his lips as he puts his hand on your shoulder giving it a short squeeze before sleep drags him away from the moment. Before you wake up, he’s gone again. Leaving the rearranged sheets the only trace of him having been there at all.

You sigh. Mornings just weren’t the same without him. And you repeat to yourself what you had noted yesterday: something has to be done.

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The next day you make a plan. Hopefully you will see him more by the weekend. It all depended on this Friday. You know Reiner got even more paperwork a couple days before, and Fridays were typically, like the rest of the weekend, filled with left-over work, tying up all the edges before getting ready for the next one.

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That Friday you managed to get off work a bit earlier. You had made up your mind to help ease his mind a bit, like your fantasies had eased your mind even just the tiniest bit.

An hour later you are at his office,

“he forgot his keys this morning”, is your excuse when his colleagues ask what you’re doing there.

“Ah right, he’s been working late recently”

“Yeah, just in case I’m asleep when he gets back” you say, a polite smile on your lips that noticeably doesn’t reach your eyes.

They return the saddened smile, maybe they know how much of a tool late night can take on a relationship. “He’s in his office”, they say, gesturing toward the corridor he’s in.

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You knock on his door, noticing the “bzzybee” sign on it before a grunt lets you know you can enter. It takes him a while to acknowledge your presence, he’s busy typing furiously on his computer, while simultaneously looking at a bunch of papers to his right. “Just a minute”, he says, still not looking up form his desk. You don't say anything, just looking around the room, not wanting to disturb him until he’s ready.

“What was it you-” he starts. You turn around at the sound of his voice as well as his chair pushing back as he gets up from his seat. He’s cut of mid sentence when he sees it’s you, and your eyes meet.

“Y/n”, he’s clearly confused by your presence.

“Hi” is your simple answer.

“Hi…” he answers, at a loss for other words.

You smile, keeping your spot on the floor.

“Hi.” he says again, more power to his voice this time, a smile tugging at his lips.

The two of you look at each other for a moment, he does not need to speak his confusion for you to understand that he’s wondering why you are here.

“I uhm…,

I brought your keys” his brows knit together for a moment,

“Is what I told the main office, but

but that’s a lie,

you didn’t forget your keys.”

He’s patient, he lets you speak, but he’s smiling now.

You take a few steps closer, but still a few steps from him, still with a desk between the two of you.

“I just wanted to see you”, you let out, but it’s more like a whisper, words that follow your breath, but with no real power to them.

He still hears them, a small chuckle his response.

You look up at him, not noticing you had been avoiding his gaze while talking. You knew he wouldn’t mind your visit, but still some nerves had crept up.

His gaze invited you to continue, still refusing to say anything more.

“So….” you take the challenge, his silence only serving to egg you on.

“So I came to see you.” You lock your eyes into his, smiling cheekily as you slide your butt onto his desk.

You got him, you know him well enough to know the almost silent “oh” that escapes his lips while he looks down at your butt on his desk, taken aback for a minute.

He struggles for a minute, the room is so quiet but you can hear wheels turning in his head. Another sigh as his head drops between his shoulders.

“Y/n, I’ve got to work…”, when he looks up at you again his demeanour is less collected than it was before.

You can’t help but be a bit disappointed, although you know the words to be true, and you also love him for his dedication.

“I know”, ass off the table you move around it to stand behind him, grabbing at his shoulders.

“I just wanted you ease your mind a bit” and you mean it too. In this moment all you want is to help him relax, the sex less important.

You continue to work on his shoulders, his head still hanging low between them. He groans and slumps back into his chair as you hit an especially rough spot.

The sounds he makes eventually brings your mind back to your initial plan for this visit. You make your way around the chair and position yourself in front of him, one leg on each side if his.

You pause for a moment, waiting for him to notice the change of scene, the change of mood. You slide your skirt up one of your legs, revealing skin, teasing, as you position yourself on his desk once again, legs spread out and place one in each side of his thick thighs on the chair.

He’s been looking at you quietly for all the while, the revelation of skin caught his attention quickly and for longer than it needed too before your eyes lock again.

“Baby…”, you know what he’s gonna say, there’s restraint in his voice. He should be working, should be finishing this project. But the tone of his voice lets you know the truth, how hard he’s trying to hold back.

“I know, baby, I know. Only if you’re up for it, no pushing.” No matter how much you want this you want him to be able to enjoy it too. It’s no good if his head is elsewhere, that’s not what you want for tonight.

He looks up at you, almost biting his lip. “Only if you want, Reiner.”, you repeat your words.

“Fuck”, he groans, pulling his chair closer, burying his head in your chest as he grabs for your hands on the table, holding them in his. “I do, I-”, letting go of your hands he pulls you closer, almost off the top of the table. You let out a little yelp, struggling for a second to keep upright. His upper body is now pressed against yours completely. “I do.” You chuckle. “I know you do, baby”. The two of you stay like that for a little while, you let him work it out as you stroke his hair between your fingers, smiling down at his face pressed towards your breast.

“Fuck it.”, in one swift motion he gets up from his chair, lifting you off the table in the process, and repositions you to lay on your back, butt hanging barely off the table, legs draped around his back as he’s bent forward over you.

He’s got your hands in a tight grip over your head as his lips start working on your neck, his free hand working on the buttons of your shirt so as to give him a bigger canvas. His lips follow as your shirt is pulled down over your shoulder, and he kisses and bites at your collarbone, knowing you don’t mind the marks as long as you can cover them with a turtleneck.

He frees his other hand from yours and grabs at whatever skin he’s managed to uncover from your shirt. His breathing gets heavy between sloppy kisses along your torso. You grab the edge of the table to steady yourself as he pushes his body down on yours, pulling you closer while also pressing his crotch against yours. You can’t help but let out an airy moan as he groans into your neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you baby girl”

Too far out of your mind to even think of a reply your hands are trapped by his once again as he latches for your lips, locking you under him.

You stay like that for a while, lips battling for dominance while his body clearly has the tool on yours.

“My tie-”, he says while pulling back slightly.

Freeing your arms from his grip you grab at his tie, freeing him from it quickly.

He grunts, and pushes your body down on the table one last time. Massaging your shoulders and breasts with large motions as your lips continue to clash, moans escaping the both of you.

The air begins to taste of salt.

He pulls your back up from the table, now seated you can get to work on his buttons. Too slow, he helps you, ripping the rest of it off, patience lost long ago.

You let out another moan at the feel of his body under your fingers, his skin, so close to yours. So much canvas, while he has too little of yours.

The rest of your blouse comes over your head, for the briefest moment he stops to look. While his hands are already working on the buckle of your bra his blue eyes glaze over your breast, adorned with the lacey bra you had chosen especially for this. Hoping for this, rather. The breath that leaves his mouth as your top comes undone is enough for you, enough for you to know that he saw, that he noticed. That he appreciated the choice of underwear, and that he knows you had probably planned it. You know him like that, after all, the small sounds reveal everything. You grin for a moment, before the smile is replaced by an open mouth and knitted brows, as he pushes your bodies together and grinds up into you.

You are so wet already, you can feel the dampness in your pants. The physical deprivation you’ve had to undergo making you so weak, merely the touch of his torso against yours could be enough for you. But it doesn’t have to be. And it won’t.

Haahh, he breathes into your ear, your breasts pressed up against his doing grand things for his lower body and mind alike.

For a moment all you can hear is your breath and his, working in tandem. Both of you too caught up in the feel of each other to be able to do anything else.

It’s you that starts the next step. A needy gasp followed by his name, your hands around his neck, in his hair, on the small of his back, encouraging him to move closer. And he does, bucks into you once again. The wait has done marvels for his dick, now rock hard against your vulva. He groans, you moan. Still too many layers.

A new resolve come over the both of you as you hastily make for his belt and zipper, and he goes for the one at the back of your skirt, unzipping it quickly while motioning for you to lift up your bottom and he slides the garments left on you body off of it. His trousers unbuttoned, it's easy work pulling them down enough to free his cock.

You’re back together like glue, his body, your body, it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. It’s tender, but passionate, hurried, but patient. His hand on your jaw, the other, steady, between your shoulder blades. He likes it there, it reminds him of how small you are compared to him, how fragile, but yet so powerful. Your hands around his neck, pulling at strands of hair. Bodies becoming one, as you were made to be.

“Y/n…”

“Uh-huh”. A yes, you know, you need it just as much as he does.

He pulls away slightly, your hand moving down to help with the positioning. You scoot your ass a bit further off the table, holding more weight on the arm behind you instead.

Breaths.

With his cock in his hand he gives you a quick glance, making sure you’re ready, before he pushes into you.

Moans.

“Reiner.”

“Y/n.”

“Hnn”

It’s a mess, nothing makes sense, yet nothing has ever made more sense.

“ Haah… ”

You can’t tell which of you the sounds are coming from, probably from both of you.

He starts moving slowly and you can barely stay upright. Your head falls back and you eyes nearly leave your skull.

It’s a miracle you can fit him after all this time, he’s so full inside of you. You can feel all of him, his head, his veins, his pulse.

“ Fuuck ,

I can’t move, you’re too tight”

You soak up the feeling of him. With his dick inside you you finally feel whole again.

When he starts moving it’s very slow. You can feel the tip of his cock, pushing you open.

“ Hnn ”, it almost hurts.

He groans.  

Suddenly he’s all the way inside you, and you both pause, struggling for air.

“Fuck, y/n,

I’m gonna-

I can’t-“

Incoherent little words leave his mouth,

“Uh-uh baby, me too, just, hn , fuck me first.”

He’s not hard to ask. Your word is law as far as he’s concerned. It takes all his willpower not to cum right then and there.

He grabs your butt, bending his knees a bit more under the table, and starts fucking right up into you with all his might, just the way you like it. If you weren’t seeing stars already you certainly were now.

Neither of you last very long, it’s been too long, everything feels so good.

“Y/n, I’m gonna,”

“You can baby, I’m close too,”

And with that you can feel his body shuddering as he pushes into you one last time, and lets go. His cum inside you is enough to drive you over the edge as well, and the room is filled with echoes of your orgasms as the both of you come undone. Your hands all over him, his hands all over your, bodies morphed into one. Still breathing heavily, the air surrounding you is thick with the smell of sex.

As you cool down you notice how sweaty you’ve become, his chest sticking to your skin. So does some of his paperwork, you notice, and you shake your hand to get it off, noting how his once neatly stacked pile is now spread all over the desktop and floor.

You hear a breathy laugh in your ear,

“I really need to get rid of all this paperwork”, he smiles,  “I’ll talk to my boss about it first thing tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you smile in return, stroking some of his damp hair away from his face.

“It’s way too sticky to have sex on anyway”

You both laugh, “I’ve missed you”, you let him know.

“Me too baby. I’ve missed you too, y/n.”, followed by a happy sigh as he wraps his arms around you one last time, holding you close, before you both get up to leave. Taking the way home, hand in hand.

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Number 88

Chapter 7 - Soft Launch?

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A/n - bc of the lack of dialogue between the main two this chapter was rlly easy to write, and I was giggling the whole time whilst writing the fan tweets

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