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pinkmirth · 1 year

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⸻ 𝒜ℒℒ 𝒜ℛ𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯ . . .

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. reiner just can’t get enough of you— now he’s got the both of you making a mess near the kitchen counter.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. (2.7k words of . . .) reiner braun x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, established relationship, kitchen sex, titty-grabbing, dry humping, fingering, reiner’s a big fat tease (& a little mean!), unprotected sex, creampie, explicit language, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇! — i haven’t written for reiner in ages, so i’m glad about finally finishing up some content for my man! I hope y’all enjoy! ♡︎

Reiner can't seem to keep to himself when it comes to you. The way he constantly rubs the expanse of his large hands along your body is relentless.

He was initially bashful throughout the beginning of your relationship; taking in your form and all its dips and curves with the most sheepish glance before tossing his gaze to the wall.

Reiner’s poor attempts at hiding his arousal were to no avail. You took quick notice of the way his hazel eyes would undress you. It’s much too easy to read his mind— he’d probably been thinking of all the ways and places he’d run his hands over you, only if you’d let him.

That had been ages ago. Now, Reiner’s got no shame. He’s basking you in the warmth of his touch at every chance he gets.

You lean up against the counter of your quaint little kitchen. Reiner looms over you, pressing himself into your backside. His hands of mischief snake up your shirt with perversity, cupping your tits in his palm before giving them a thoughtful squeeze.

“You’re so needy.”

You whine at him, resting your weight onto the counter to keep balance. “It’s ‘cause I love you so much,” Reiner hums. His response is lukewarm; he’s too fixed on your body. He passes his hands along your hips, clad in the tiniest pair of booty shorts. He’s gripping and fondling and letting fat spill past his fingers, wetting his lips at the sight.

Scruff frictions against your supple skin while Reiner sloppily bites at your neck, soothing your flesh with nimble licks. He simultaneously toys with your nipples, perked underneath your top as he pinches them, hoping to draw another one of your beautiful reactions through the roll of his fingers.

“Shit, Reiner,” you swear. That never fails to make his ego surge, and he’s desperate to pull more from you. His touch slinks down to encircle your waist as he swiftly rolls his hips against you, bulge suggestively prodding at the round of your ass.

You push back onto his erection in reply, feeling the warmth radiate from beneath the waistband of his thinly sweats. “Oh?” with a throaty tone, Reiner hums, grinding into your backside, “You gonna give it to me, baby?”

“I bet you want me to,” is your scoffed reply. You bat your lashes up at him, carrying a playful grin. Despite your satire, he knows too well that you crave him just as bad as he does you. Just look at how you’re reacting to him– easing into his body, gripping onto his thick forearm with a fervor. A small, rousing smile graces your lips, anticipating how he’ll aim to please you next.

Before you know it, he’s made his way past your skimpy shorts and has them splayed out on the ground, rubbing you through the flimsy cloth of your underwear. Reiner’s slow with easing your legs apart. It causes your stance to become a little wider, giving him all the more access.

He delves a hand under your ass, slinking it forward to cup your clothed heat with the expanse of his wide palm. “I thought you wanted to fuck, you tease,” you loosely murmur, head lolling back onto his shoulder behind you. He gives your pussy a dull slap, voicing out a gruff, “Please. You love it.”

Reiner pinches your puffy clit through your panties, smiling as he does it. God, is he sinister. Your shudders only get him harder than before, and he aches to peel any remaining clothes right off of you. “Take everything off for me, ‘hun.” You do so with haste, bringing the lacy underwear down to the pristine marble floors of your kitchen.

“That was fast,” the blonde frees out a chuckle over the way you kick your panties off your pedicured feet, right before grabbing hold of your top, flinging it off with a sense of impatience that only he can cause within you. He sucks in a breath, eyeing how your tits bounce free from its refines. “You’re such a good girl, y’know that?”

“Mhm.” You revel in his flattery, rocking yourself along his palm for the slightest friction against your cunt. Without warning, he singles out two thick fingers and delves them into your sopping hole. “Reiner!” You mewl, lips going agape. He basks in your whines and insistently pushes further, feeling along your walls with his skillful, slickened digits.

“Takin’ it so well for me, baby,” murmurs Reiner, voice deep and saccharine against your ear. Every pump of his fingers brings about a noise lewder than the last. Your wetness drips down his fucking forearm. “Can't wait to feel this sweet pussy on my cock.”

He curls in, quickening his speed and flicking his wrist. He goes knuckle-deep and touches on a spot that makes you writhe, urging him to grab at your waist and still you. Watching the way you unravel never fails to excite him, doubting that he can wait much longer. He exhales, feeling his dick twitch over every noise that spills from your mouth.

Reiner indulges in you a bit more, agile fingers pushing in and dragging out. Before you reach the brink of coming undone, he tries to pull free from your walls but you clamp on, feverishly pushing back onto his digits. Good, he thinks. He’s gotten you all riled up. You’re ready for him.

“Y’really thought you could cum so soon?” Reiner scorns with a low, rumbly laugh. You can hardly adjust to the absence of his touch. Your response comes out as a spent whimper, “You’re so mean, Rei.”

“Just wait a little longer, m’kay?” With that, he’s pulling his fitted white-tee off of his frame and shedding himself of those pesky sweatpants. You turn back with lidded eyes, taking in the view of his sightly body. Reiner’s brawny and toned, muscles impressively firm. His skin’s lightly tanned, contrasting well with the ash blonde shade of his tousled swept-back hair.

Your gaze unashamedly trails downwards; past his biceps, pecs and stomach until reaching his erection. It obscenely bobs under its own weight. You drink in the sight of him– from that dark blonde happy trail of his, to the way he smacks his dick against his torso. There’s a messy flow of precum that’s made a mess of his dusty-pink tip, dripping down the width of his shaft.

“Fuck.” you whisper. Despite the amount of times you’ve slept with your boyfriend, you never seem to get used to his size. “You’re staring, baby.” Reiner hints out. He almost sounds cocky, gladdened over having your eyes on him. He pumps himself with a sigh, eyes lowered and head tilting sideways. “Don’t worry,” he reassures in a smooth tone, resting a hand at the small of your back and using the other to line himself up to your entrance. You feel tingles surge through you. “I’ll fill you up real good.”

He scoots up to you, closing the proximity between your form and his. Your bodies burn hot against one another. From behind, he slides his cock between your puffy folds, hissing over the drag of your slicked lips. His fat tip catches your clit and you let out a soft moan, steadying yourself on the counter with your forearms.

“Put it in, Reiner,” you breathe out. His large hand smooths up and down the lining of your spine. He brings a kiss to your right shoulder as a silent reply, positioning himself with your soaked entrance. You jolt once he slots in his cockhead, wallowing in how nicely he stretches you– right before he pulls out. He goes for it again, this time inching in a little bit deeper, just to revert back seconds after.

You crane your neck to face him, glaring him down through your lashes. “Don’t play, Reiner.” He returns a smug expression. “What? You want more?” He slides in and pops back out, watching your face contort with his every move. “More,” you plead. He continues on with his teasing motion, biting at his lip when you clamp over his cockhead. “I need more.” Your voice is too pretty for him to deny you. “Fuck me… please?” He finally gives in, exhaling through his nose.

Your enthusiasm is oh-so endearing. You just can’t wait for him to have his way with you and pound you stupid. “Fine,” he breaks into a smirk, wrapping both arms around your midriff and setting his chin upon your shoulder. His love is smothering you completely; you can feel his chest at your back, arms snug around your waist. His lips graze your ear as he goes on to slowly whisper, “You asked for it.”

With a fluid thrust forward, he’s fucked himself inside of you, rolling his hips further until he’s buried up to the base. Your eyes roll back with the first stroke, feeling him from every angle. Your cunt massages his throbbing shaft, balls pulsing against your ass. “Fuuuck, baby,” his words drone on, overcome with the sensation of your pussy.

Reiner builds a pattern of easing into you before drawing back out, groaning over the pressure of your velvet smooth walls encasing him. His moves are thorough, fucking into you with an intensity that has you arching off of him. The harsh, wet sound of skin-slapping permeates the kitchen’s vulgar atmosphere.

“Fuck, faster,” you insist, and he complies, lowering his stance in the slightest to find the best angle. He slips into you with an amplified pace, letting out a guttural whine with every slam of his hips. Reiner propels himself and speedily pushes in, your wetness frothing up at the base of his thick cock. “Rei!” he’s got your legs trembling, eyes fluttering shut.

The way you constrict around him has him pulsing, pushing himself into your wetness with zeal. “Tight as fuck,” his groans ring around your ear and get you clenching over the depth of his voice. You squirm, body jerking forward as you claw at his strong forearms. That only incites him to tighten his hold on you. With an indecent gaze, he peers past your shoulder and views the bounce of your boobs with each impassioned thrust he drills into you.

He’s hard and girthy and brings you closer to the edge. Reiner brings one arm down to toy with your engorged bud, and he relishes in the way you shiver. “Reiner, m’gonna–” you draw out his name between broken moans, clenching along him. The way you pussy flutters around his girth is a tell-all.

“You gonna cum, hm?” Reiner coos. He gets reckless and picks up speed, rutting his hips and swiping the coarse pads of his fingers across your puffy clit. You cry out for him, emitting the sweetest, most incoherent series of moans from the depths of your throat.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, cum all over my cock.” Reiner urges, spitting nasty words into your ear. He fucks into your needy cunt with a pace severe enough to hit all places that get your toes curling for him. One last rugged thrust is what makes you meet your breaking point.

“R–Reiner!” with a shaky voice and a gaping pussy, you gush all over his vein-littered cock. “Just fuckin’ look at you, ‘hun,” he chuckles into your neck, spreading vibration across your skin, “You’re making a mess.” Juices leak down your inner thighs and wet his balls. It all looks so vulgar and he loves it.

Reaching your orgasm doesn't get him to let up. You twitch and quiver in his hold. “Just a little more for me, baby.” you can’t muster up a response; drool glosses your plump lips and your thoughts simply flatline.

You’ve reached your high, and it doesn't take long for him to follow suit, growing tense and sensitive. Reiner’s all choked up, plunging harder into your pussy with a rising chest and the sloppiest rhythm. “Shit,” he shudders, bouncing you onto his cock with his remaining vigor. You take him with an over-stimmed pussy, uttering muddled whines. “You feel– fuck– so good around me.” His balls tighten, breath hitched and brows knitting tight.

Reiner bites at your shoulder and groans into it, releasing a low call of your name. The sway of his hips turns rough and careless as he chases ecstasy. His movements stutter, pelvis winding up tight with his volume growing louder. He pants, cheekbones painted with blush. “M’gonna fill you up,” to you, his gravelly words sound like white noise.

At long last, he unravels for you, heavy balls releasing his all into your spent hole as he muffles his moans against your shoulder. Reiner empties himself with a groan, warm spurts of his thick cum smeared across your inner walls. He eventually musters the energy to pull free from you, watching with intrigue as his release leaks from your fluttering cunt.

The pair of you spend a still moment basking in serene quiet together, with sheen sweat coating your spent bodies. You climb down from your high while being grounded in his enveloping embrace, hearing his winded puffs of air turn into stable breathing.

Reiner turns you to face him, allowing you to ease into his body, cheek resting at his chest. You wobble, but he holds on to steady you. He dips his head low until his lips graze yours. “You’re so beautiful,” his murmur is soft. He flits a series of feather light pecks across your face, hands kneading your ass.

You drowsily wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing a wearied kiss to his lips. “That was our third fuck this week,” you mention. He lifts a brow. “Well,” he makes a light shrug with his broad shoulders, hands still restive at your butt. “Guess that means I just can’t get enough of you, baby.”

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kissatoru · 7 months

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hey… it’s the reiner anon teehee 🤭 love love LOVED the head drabble URGGDHDGSHDG he’s so baby girl !!!

now i can’t get popping virgin!reiner’s cherry out of my mind 😵‍💫 his poor cock just cumming and cumming all over again because u just feel so good

omg heyyyy, nice to have you backk!! i’m glad you liked it hehe<3

he would be so embarrassed and overwhelmed and cuuuute, precious boy wouldn’t know what to do with himself! i just have this picture of him clinging to you, all shivering and panting and groaning, unable to comprehend how it can feel this good. he’s honestly so emotional too, with unshed tears making his hazel eyes and sandy blond lashes all wet and droopy, because you just take care of him so well!! and show and do these wonderful things to him he’s never experienced before!! and he’s scared but he loves and trusts you, there’s no one else he’d rather do this with!! and at some point those tears can’t sit back any longer, they slip down his cheeks. he doesn’t cry often, not as much as he used to, but with you, it’s never felt safer to do so<3

#sorry for making it a little sad/angsty at the end #also i am SO SORRY it took this long to answer #it got lost in my drafts and i forgot about it:')#anyways #x reader #dom reader #sub character #sub reiner #reiner x reader #reiner smut #reiner thirst #sub aot #( ★ ) reiner thirsts.

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seiyasabi · 2 years

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If All Else Fails, Try Again

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

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

Please proceed with caution!!!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hope to never come in contact with him again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shower Sex with Reiner

steamy sex in the shower with Reiner hehe

warnings: explicit smut! MDNI!!!! AFAB reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, kissing, groping, oral sex, dirty talk, slight undertones of dom/sub themes BUT they aren't a major part of the story if that's not your thing, extremely self-indulgent fic

non-canon/not plot adjacent

all characters are of legal age, and reiner and reader are in an established relationship!

Poor Bertolt.

Poor Bertolt is what you should have been thinking as you sat on the vanity in the bathroom he shared with Reiner. He's under the assumption you're still at Connie's party a few blocks over. He's probably looking for you guys too, parties were never really his thing.

Oh well. Reiner just took off his shirt and is now working on yours. You'll go get Bert after this.

"You gonna help more or are you gonna make me do all the work," Reiner half laughs, half questions at you.

You chuckle. "It's not my fault I get star struck when I see you."

He blushes at the statement. He grabs your jaw and kisses you with fierce passion. Your hands come up to caress his biceps. The skin is soft, and the muscle underneath is firm.

Reiner breaks away from the kiss and gestures to your shirt with his eyes. You smile and roll your eyes as your hands come up to tug the shirt over your head. He reaches around behind you to unclip your bra. Your nipples are hard as the cold air hits them.

"Never gonna get tired of seeing this," he says with a cheeky grin. He palms the breasts in his hands and you're like putty in them. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as he massages them.

"Reiner?"

"Hmm," he says without a break in his concentration.

"I'm cold."

"Yeah?"

You roll your eyes. "Reiner."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Turn on the shower and fuck me in it."

That statement finally breaks his concentration, and you can see the gears turning in his head. Without another word he rushes over to the shower, opens the glass doors and reaches his hand in turning on the water. By the time he turns around you're off the counter with your pants off, only in your underwear.

You approach him, caressing his cheek. You pull him into another kiss and begin peppering kisses along his jawline and neck, leaving a few hickeys in your wake.

"I-I thought you wanted to get in?"

"It's gotta warm up, no?"

The tables have turned now, now he's putty in your hands. Your hands are wandering the expanse of his chest and shoulders, nails gliding along the skin. You begin your descent, sinking down onto your knees as you go further and further down his stomach until you reach his happy trail. Your fingers ghost over the zipper of his pants. He looks at you with pleading eyes, bringing his hands up to the side of your head.

"Tell me what you want, Rei...You know I'll do it as long as you say," you say with an alluring tone.

"Please touch me, y/n. Please."

You unzip his pants and pull them and his boxers down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side. Your hand ghosts over his thick, long cock, before you begin running your tongue over it. He groans out at the feeling of your tongue and his hands come to rest on top of your head. You take him as far down as you can, running your tongue all over him in the process. The only thing keeping you from stopping due to the ache of your jaw are his unfiltered moans floating around the room.

He's getting close now, his hips are moving at irregular patterns. He rips you off of him and brings you up. His lips are against yours and his tongue is reaching in your mouth to dance with yours.

"Let's get these panties off you. That water is plenty warm enough."

He turns you around so you're facing the shower. He kneels behind you and slowly peels off your underwear. He opens the door (like the gentleman he is) and slaps your ass as your signal to go in.

Once you're both inside, suddenly there's this new feeling in the air. You have been together for well over a year now, had sex plenty of times, but there's something about tonight. The look in his eyes, the water filling the room with steam, it's got your heart racing. Your eyes meet, and suddenly you're pressed up to the wall of the shower, caged in by his arms. He's kissing you gently this time, rubbing circles on your hips.

"Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop here... But if you do, please let me know."

His eyes are searching your face for any sign. You bite your lips before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Fuck me please, Rei."

Your words light a passion in him, and he leans down to grab one of your knees. He guides your leg around his waist while his fingers rub at your entrance, causing you to moan out. He plays with your entrance and begins gathering up the slick seeping from it. One finger enters at first, very slow and careful, before another does. He spends some time prepping you for him. You grip onto his shoulders as he toys with you. His fingers move faster and faster, and his thumb begins rubbing circles on your clit. As he picks up the pace, you cum, moaning out his name. He retracts his fingers and brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean of your slick. He then reaches down to line himself up, slowly sinking into your warmth.

You both groan out as he sinks in to the hilt.

"S-so... full."

He chuckles and begins thrusting slowly. They're shallow, meant to warm you up. You reach up and bite at his lips to let him know you're ready for more.

He begins pounding into you at full speed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's going so fast you almost slip from the water, barely catching yourself on his arm. He chuckles and leans down, lifting up the other leg. You're now in the air, hanging onto him desperately. The knot in your stomach starting to tighten

He continues thrusting into you at full speed, hand snaking down to play with your clit.

"R-rei! Too much, it's too much!"

"Come on baby, you know I can't cum until you cum on my cock. I know you can be my good and beautiful girl and cum for me," he smirks.

You lose it at his words. Your moans reach a peak as the knot in your stomach finally releasing as you cry out his name. Reiner kisses you in encouragement. He's chasing his own release too now, not too far behind you.

You're lost in the overstimulation as he finally comes, filling you up. He stands there for second with you still suspended in his arms. He pulls out slowly and sets you back down.

"Can 'ya stand?"

He grins as you playfully scowl at him, holding onto his arm to confirm his suspicions that you can't. He pulls you into his embrace as you both stand under the water. Eventually you wash yourselves and step out of the shower. Reiner runs off to get you a towel, so you're left standing alone in the bathroom. You hear a buzz coming from the pocket of his jeans. You search through them until you pull it out.

Oh shit! Bert is calling!

"Uh... hello?"

"Y/N???? oh thank FUCK you finally picked up, PLEASE COME BACK AND GET ME!! THEY'RE PLAYING KISS OR SLAP!!"

#reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun #attack on titan #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x y/n #modern au #established couple #reiner thirst #reiner x y/n #college au

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