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chrollohearttags · 9 months
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aggressive sex with reiner after teasing him all day long during your shopping spree.
content warning: heavy squirting, cowboy reiner, plus size black fem reader, oral sex, foot play, super vocal dom reiner (him talking his shit cause whew 😵‍💫), spit kink, slapping, daddy kink, choking
this is sort of an excerpt/drabble for a full fic that I’m working on because lord knows when I’ll get around to finishing it but this thought wouldn’t leave me.
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it was as if you had stepped into a parallel universe. One completely opposite from the one you knew..especially in the bedroom!..things were so different tonight between you and your beloved husband that you’d hardly even recognize him. And yet..
“Yer’ dripping, baby..a fucking mess. You better not let me miss a drop either..matter of fact, shake that ass in my face. You know exactly what I like.”
you were loving this side of him! Aggressive, talkative and so demanding of you. Smacking your round asscheeks as you threw them back onto his head that was smothered in between them. Twerking on his face as he tongue fucked you from behind. Slurping and sucking on that sensitive pussy like a sweet delicacy. Those rough, loud grunts mumbling against your sex and making it feel ten times better. Making you reach back and grip your ankles; the diamond tennis bracelet and $20,000 wedding ring glistening underneath the bedroom lights. Just a small fraction of the amenities he spoiled you with. After all, it was worth it for the way you fucked him in return..
“Take that fucking pillow out of yer’ mouth, sweetheart. I need to hear how good of a job I’m doin’. Feel good getting ya’ pussy ate like this?”
“Yes! So fucking—ahh! Shit…”
your admission interrupted by yet another orgasm. Squirting on both his face and the silk linen underneath you. Those eyes crossing in the process and your body going limp for a moment..which in turn pleased him. “There it is…come on daddy’s tongue, baby. You taste so good..” See, you had been giving him little teasers and previews of what was in store when you got home and now he was reaping the rewards. Watching you spread yourself open with those pretty new nails he had just paid to have done, along with the cute lace thong he had tugged aside to eat you out. Watching you tremble, he’d spit down onto that entrance and puckering asshole before leaning up and prompting you to turn over with a heavy palm to the ass.
“Lemme spit in that pretty mouth too—ya’ like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy! I love it..love when you treat me like a slut..”
finally getting you face to face with his fingers pumping between your lips. Watching how happy you became when he fed you a couple slaps. “I know ya’ do. That’s why you were in the car, sending me those sexy lil’ videos of you playing with your pussy. Saying ya’ wanted me to fuck the shit out of you.” Hooking his fingers into your jaw, Reiner burrowed his entire weight over you, diving between those pretty little legs. You didn’t have the strength to hold them open so he’d be glad to pin them up. “Had me sneaking away from work to stroke myself..made me come so hard..you’re such a tease..” Mainly because he wanted to flick his tongue around and suck on those freshly done toes..kissing on your instep and ankle as he began to feed you deep strokes. But not before slapping that cock against your very needy and warm slit. His opposite hand eventually snaked around your throat before bending down and smirking in your face.
“So I’ll give you what ya’ need…all this dick, just for you, pretty girl. Gonna fuck you all night.”
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umeoniii · 1 year
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size kink y reiner…
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!: fem reader, size kink,
“ah reiner it hurts.” you whined clawing at his back
“ ‘m not even all the way in yet.” he groaned looking down at your cunt.
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“r- really?” you sputtered looking down to see he was only half way in and you could already see his bulge in your abdomen.
you looked up at him while he slowly pushed himself in more. when he was finally all the way in you sighed in relief wrapping your shaky legs around his waist.
“those thigh highs are so cute on you princess, it makes me appreciate those chubby thighs of yours even more.” he chuckled kissing your cheeks
he started thrusting into you slowly so you could catch up with him, but it was still so impossible to deal with the size difference.
you looked at the ceiling listening to him panting like a tired puppy in your ear. his hands kneaded into the flesh of your sides, while tears brimmed your waterline.
“your pussy’s so good.” he groaned getting faster, his big hand gripping onto the headboard. “im so big i probably stretch you out each time we fuck, don’t i?” he laughed breathlessly
“mhm hm” you hummed brain foggy from the penetration.
reiner started to get faster, his heavy balls smacked at your fleshy ass. he brought his lips down to your glossed ones absorbing your moans and whimpers trying to keep you quiet.
his tongue swirled around your mouth kissing you for as you could possibly take it before rubbing out of breath. you pushed back, salvia running down your chin.
“rei feels so good, keep goin’ jus like that.” you whined wrapping your arms around his neck.
he looked at your face seeing your smeared makeup and mascara running down your cheeks. he felt so good knowing that he pleased you well.
he buried his head into your neck smelling the lavender perfume he had bought for you, groaning just from the thought of you loving something he got for you.
you felt his tip rubbing the inside of you, your eyes rolled back.
“reiner, m’ bouta cum.” you rubbed his back
“go ahead lovely” he said, muffled from your skin
you wrapped your arms around his neck, panting and whining as you came all over his dick.
he pulled out and wrapped his hands around his fat cock, pumping himself over your opened legs and tummy.
“you’ll let me come all over you? right princess.” he groaned getting closer
you nodded your head, your brain still not clear yet.
he shut his eyes tightly gritting his teeth as he came all of your belly, white strings of his semen covering your stomach and tits.
he layed both his hands on your boobs, the both of you catching your breath. you looked up at him and he looked down at you smirking, before picking you up.
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a/n: im still workin on requests guys, i just wanted to feed u guys a lil bit, this was also bcs i’ve been thinking about reiner for a while shhh ;)
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colossal-fallout · 1 year
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Daddy Reiner 👶
New series of headcannons. What the character is like as a parent. Including conception, during the pregnancy and after.
Includes; Non-childbearing persons.
Warnings: smut. Fluff.
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Conception 🌺
It's well known in my headcannons that Reiner has heavy kinks within the areas of mating presses and a pregnancy kink. Taking this into account he almost blew his load on the spot when you bring up the subject of starting a family.
Seriously. Like first his heart almost leaped out of his chest, tears threatening those honeyed eyes... but once it hit home, he was beyond ferral.
Growling. Lots of growling into you and moans you've never heard come from him before as he dips as deep as he can into you.
He's desperate, pawing at you a lot more urgently than he's ever done before. High pitched squeaks are escaping him as he's far too gone to keep watch of what noises he makes.
"Gonna give you all my cum... nurgh.. every. Last. Drop."
"Fuck... take it all... take all of me baby... uh... fuck ~~"
"You're gonna be leaking my cum from everywhere. S-so full... your gonna be... so so full of me..."
Roars as he experiences the biggest orgasm of his life. He wanted to make sure his cock spewed everything he had so he'd been edging himself for hours. Fucking you painfully slowly. You're beyond gone from the amount of times his delicious fat head as sent you into the heavens.
Keeps himself plugged in you after, his cock hardening again quickly he's that turned on by the whole thing. He can't help but thrust his juices into you and to both of your surprise he cums again.
Pretty much every fuck is like that from now on because when you do conceive and your stomach starts to swell - he loses control for too easily.
For those who aren't able or chose not to bear children, Reiner gets just as excited when you suggest adoption. He'll still ravage you, pumping you full with his seed and kissing your lower stomach deeply before teasingly making his way to your sex.
During pregnancy 🌷
As much as he loves you and his little unborn bambino, he still has a couple of freak outs. He never had a dad. Could he be a Good one without witnessing it being modeled? You were the one who had to teach him how to do up his tie. How the hell could he be useful in this family dynamic?
You obviously reassure him. He'd be an amazing dad.
He's at your side 24/7. Makes sure you drink enough, eat enough, God help you if you lift something heavy - he'll scold you out of love.
Sick? He'll hold your hair and rub your back. If you're like me and prefer to be alone when you're spewing up the contents of your stomach, he'll reluctantly hover outside until you're done.
Adores making slow love to you while you're swollen and stuffed with his seed.
Reads loads of pregnancy and parenting books. He's preparing himself the best he can.
His face turns green when he learns about things like mucus plugs and the like. But it'll help him put on a brave face when the time arrives.
Adoption ♥
For those who aren't able or chose not to bear children, Reiner gets just as excited when you suggest adoption. He'll still ravage you, pumping you full with his seed and kissing your lower stomach deeply before teasingly making his way to your sex.
He can't contain how excited he is. He's like a kid on Christmas eve. He wants to shout it from the rooftops.
When you visit the orphanage, he's pretty sad. He knows what it's like to be in that situation (sort of) and he wants to take them all home and give them a loving family. He is so sweet.
Whether you adopt or conceive - if you aren't married yet, he will certainly be proposing very soon.
Other than this points, Reiner will be no different if you decide to adopt <3
Arrival 💐
Holds your hand the entire time. Doesn't flinch when you're almost breaking his fingers. He admires you so much, putting yourself through the pain to bring a small person into the world.
He's in awe. Totally in love. With both you and the little one. Silent tears stream down his face and as soon and it's just the three of you, sobs uncontrollably.
That moment he pledges his soul to his new little family ❤️
If you have twins or triplets, he breaks down sobbing regardless of who is in the room. He's just overwhelmed with love and joy.
"How could a man like me create something so tiny and perfect?" He'll whisper in awe.
Helps with the night feeds. He stays awake (he's used to that from training anyway) making sure you get your rest. He suggests you pump breast milk so he can feed them during the night.
Very protective. No animals around the baby for the first year. No strangers touching them. No one kissing them. Nothing. Nada. And he's not shy about letting people know his rules, either.
Almost broke Connie's jaw when he went to pinch their cheek.
Carries baby on his shoulders when they're a little older. He constantly plays with them and his favorite part of the day is coming home from work to see his two loves.
Goes ape shit if another child pushes yours over. He will demand to see their parent immediately.
Reiner will certainly want more than one. He'd have probably about five kids, given how much he loves them (and loves making them)
WOULD NOT care if his little girl wants to get muddy with football or his boy wants to be a ballerina. He'll support them unconditionally.
Reiner is an amazing father. A supportive and loyal husband too. He really is just the best <3
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neiptune · 1 year
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reiner who finds it excruciating not to be able to kiss you goodbye before work, he's running late and you're showering so he'll just write 'i love you' with his finger on the steamed up mirror and spend the day thinking of how your pretty lips must've curled into a sweet smile upon seeing it
reiner who wants to take you out for dinner but quite literally falls to his knees as soon as he sees you wearing that satin dress, grip tight on your hips and face buried in the soft fabric as he worships you, an ancient goddess smiling down on his devotee
reiner who wakes up early on sundays but lets you sleep in otherwise you'll get grumpy. he'll go for a run but first he'll boil the kettle for you so it'll take less time to heat it up when you decide it's time for your tea. if you want to spend whatever is left of the morning in bed, he'll shower, put on a fresh set of pjs and snuggle right back in
reiner who almost started sobbing as he opened the fridge and found the dinosaur shaped cupcakes you had baked for his birthday. he couldn't believe you'd remember something so trivial about him, a dumb childhood wish he never got to fulfill
reiner who knows exactly when to wrap his arms around you and sit quietly, chin on your shoulder as he murmurs sweet nothings to keep you whole whenever you're a breath away from falling apart
reiner who is a fan of big obnoxious romantic gestures but knows you hate them so he just gets you one sunflower for valentine's day, because you deserve more than clichè roses and because respecting your wishes despite what he actually wants to do is way more important
reiner who kisses you slowly most of the time and gently holds your face in his big hands, but can also get brusque and desperate to swallow each moan he draws out of you, the fabric of your skirt riding up your thighs just enough for him to finally grip your soft soft skin so warm and familiar it feels like heaven and why should he ever want to resist the urge to unceremoniously scoop you up to sit you on the kitchen counter and part your legs roughly enough he makes sure you understand what'll happen if you dare close them?
reiner who always listens without interrupting
reiner who smiles so widely whenever he finds the little handwritten notes you hide in his wallet
reiner who hates fighting because he knows how stupidly stubborn the both of you are and that it'll take hours, sometimes days to make up
reiner who was the first to say i love you
reiner who basks in the fondness, warmth and adoration he still to this day can't quite believe you chose to direct his way
reiner who hopes to fuck you'll allow him to revel in them for the rest of his life because there's no life and there's no him if there's no you
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dompubliczn · 1 year
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saying that reiner adores evenings with you the most is an understatement.
he adores the evenings when you both do two separate things right before going to sleep - him reading one chapter of a book or an article in a newspaper, you mending a piece of clothing that you, or him, unintentionally have torn. the lights are dim, your bodies separated, but somehow still connected. knowing that in every second, he can reach out for your hand and you will squeeze back without hesitation, that he can say your name whenever and you will always reply - gives him the biggest comfort. it’s so simple, but this feeling of certainty - that you are with him right now and you’re ready to be with him forever - that’s what makes these evenings meaningful.
reiner obviously adores the evenings when he gets to make love to you too. oh, to feel your warm hands sliding down his back, your nails unconsciously digging into his bicep, your quickened breath on his mouth. this closeness is divine, and reaching his satisfaction is nice, but it’s the connection of your hearts that matters to him the most. he adores the way your bodies are melting together, how he wouldn’t know which one of the intertwined hands is his since it’s been soaked in your warmth for a long time now. how he gets to kiss your flushed face and caress your skin the way only he can, how he gets to move without a rush and listen to your heavenly moans, feeling you around him, creating his heaven on earth. evenings turn into nights when you both are rolling under the bedsheets repeatedly, hoping the sun never rises so you can remember each other’s touch forever.
but the evenings reiner adores the most are when you both lay down facing each other, your fingers playing with his while you both get to talk about your days, nights, feelings and insecurities. the lights are off, thinking you would fall asleep immediately, but one of the hearts, or quite often both, is too heavy to end the day with slumber yet, having a need to be heard. reiner’s eyes are squinting to see your face in the dark, even though he doesn’t need that to feel you wholly. talking about his fears, things he could have done better and plans for the future. him voicing out thoughts varying from the most simple, humanlike ones, to the ones that touch the deepest parts of his soul, leaving him the most vulnerable. you don’t laugh at him. you don’t scream at him because of his mistakes. you listen, appreciating his every word, and when it’s your turn to talk, he will do the same for you. that’s when he feels he gets to touch your soul the most, your true core, and he can’t help but let you into his too, right in this pitch black bedroom, your hand tightly in his.
no matter how meaningless you think these evenings are, reiner sees them, appreciates them and is thankful for them forever. he’s sure he doesn’t deserve to experience the things you make him feel, but he’s sure he couldn’t live without them anymore either.
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arminsfavoritepookie · 9 months
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Sugar daddy Reiner who epitomizes gentility and compassion, an absolute pillar of strength and security to those around him. His authoritative presence commands respect, accentuated by his well-tailored black suit, accentuating his broad and sturdy shoulders.
The sartorial statement screams of raw power, reiterating Reiner’s dominance. With an arm perpetually poised on the small of your back, he shields you from the noise of business dealings, bringing an overwhelming sense of calmness, shielding you from any misfortunes.
Donning a pristine white, thigh-slit dress personally chosen by him, you bask in Reiners enchanting persona, basking in the rays of elegance and sophistication emanating from his commanding persona. Reiner’s golden blonde hair and rough-hewn stubble make him the epitome of manhood, filling your heart with an unparalleled warmth whenever he whispers into your ears, expressing his devotion for you.
Notwithstanding his tenacity, Reiner often feels agitated when around multitudes of people, unease rising from within. The formidable self-doubt pulls him down, leading him to question his adequacy in being with someone of your calibre, someone that the world regards as a paragon of beauty.
As you witness the unanticipated trepidation seeping into his eyes, you realize his deepest fear; the fear of losing you. A sensation of profound gratitude flows through you, filling you with an undeniable sense of satisfaction that you're capable of providing him with the solace and protection he seeks in moments of vulnerability.
The thought of leaving him is unfathomable, and thus you tenderly hold him, imparting him with stability and fortitude, becoming his faithful and steady partner through thick and thin. Reiner’s presence in your life imbues it with unmatched worth, leaving you no room for contemplation of life without him.
Sugar daddy Reiner embodies all that is charming and tender in the bedroom. His gentle caresses, paired with soft, delicate kisses, have you transfixed and yearning for more.
His firm grip, clasping your hand in a tight embrace as you begin to writhe, all the while his visage buried in the soft, supple flesh of your neck, sends shivers down your spine. Your cries of ecstasy, though unbidden, come naturally as he indulges himself, his thick cock plunging ever deeper within you.
Yet, as you writhe and twist under his affectionate ministrations, you cannot help but sense a hesitation. It is as though he holds back, unwilling to truly unleash the full force of his tremendous size upon your form.
Though you are no delicate flower, his robustness intimidates you, and he knows this all too well. With subtle hints, you have tried to coax him into letting go, but to no avail. His responses, each and every time, are a kiss and a whisper, professing his love and his reluctance to ever harm you.
Sugar Daddy Reiner often woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, his body trembling with fear. His dreams were always vivid, haunting him with terrible images and sounds that he couldn't shake off. But the worst part was when he would claw at his own skin, as if trying to escape from some unseen monster, calling out your name in a piteous whimper.
Your heart ached seeing him like that, shattered and broken, and you wished you could take away all his pain.  But you couldn't. Not really. Because there were certain boundaries to your relationship with him; he was nothing more than a sugar daddy to you, not your boyfriend, not your husband.
You knew that his nightmares were a symptom of something deeper, something he wasn't willing to share with you, and it frustrated you to no end. 
Every time you attempted to address the issue of his nightmares, he would push you away, shutting himself off from you and asking you to leave. This was deeply frustrating because you longed for him to take that final step, to offer himself to you wholeheartedly, yet it seemed like he was hesitant to do so.
The emotional distance between the two of you became a source of constant worry, gnawing at you every time you were together.  Although Reiner's constant attention and generous gifts were appreciated, they never felt enough. You craved more than just material possessions, and it seemed like he was simply attempting to make up for the lack of intimacy with his lavish offerings.
Despite his efforts, you knew that this wasn't what you wanted. You wanted the real Reiner, flaws and quirks included, but the impenetrable wall that stood between you two seemed insurmountable. 
Reiner was intuitive enough to notice that something was amiss. He bombarded you with incessant texts and calls, making you anxious and overwhelmed. You knew that avoiding him forever wasn't a solution, so you tried to force yourself to face him every time he asked to see you. But it was always the same routine— the half-hearted touches, the strained smiles, the promises that never materialized, and it only added to your growing frustration.
  Every time you came up with an excuse to decline his invitation, his voice carried an underlying sadness that further fueled your sense of inadequacy. You wanted nothing more than to give him what he asked for, to show him how much he meant to you, but somehow you could never muster up the courage to do it. You remained stuck in a self-imposed trap of disappointment, struggling to find a way out.
Sugar Daddy Reiner was a man who had it all—the money, the power, the influence. But all of it seemed meaningless in the face of losing you, his heart's greatest desire. As he lay awake at night (for the first day without you) , he could feel his heart tearing apart at the thought of you leaving him.
He knew deep down that all you wanted was for him to let down his guard and reveal the man he truly was beneath the polished exterior.  But Reiner was trapped in the grip of his insecurities, unable to break free of the gnawing doubts and incessant anxieties that consumed him. Every time he tried to reach out to you, you always avoided him, leaving him feeling even more isolated and alone.
It was like a vicious cycle, with his fear driving him deeper and deeper into despair.  The more he pushed you away, the more desperate he became to hold onto you. He would try to catch glimpses of you whenever he could, stalking your social media profiles, driving past your apartment building, and sending you messages that he knew you'd take hours to respond.
  It was a frenzied haze of emotion that he found himself caught in—the urge to be close to you, to hold onto you tightly, to never let go. And yet, he felt powerless to stop himself from spiraling out of control.  In a moment of clarity, he found himself walking down the quiet street towards the quaint little cafe where you worked.
He knew that this was his last chance to save what little was left of his shattered heart. He knew that if he could just speak to you, really speak to you, and lay all his cards on the table, he might just be able to salvage something from the wreckage.
Sugar Daddy Reiner, a man of poise and prestige, appeared as if he had been through the wringer. His normally impeccable hair was disheveled and unkempt, resembling a bird's nest perched atop his head.
His eyes, typically radiant with care, now appeared to be exhausted, surrounded by a pair of dark circles that bespoke an underlying burden. It was apparent that something had upended the self-assured and unwavering Reiner, a sight so unfamiliar that it nearly shattered his identity.  
As he approached you, his hands trembled with an unease that seemed palpable, begging for reassurance. His throaty murmur was barely audible over the rustling leaves and soft swish of grass, "Can I talk to you for a moment?" You saw him, then—vulnerable, in pain, his once mighty demeanor wavering in a quiver.
Without a second thought, you grasped his hand, silently reassuring him with your presence and comforting words. The tenseness in his frame slowly began to ease as you tightened your embrace. The closeness between the two of you sparked something more intense than a simple attraction.
  After a moment of shared embrace, Reiner spoke, "Are you done with me?" You could sense the despair lurking behind his question. Your heart wrenched with empathy. Shaking your head vehemently, you could see his grasp on reality starting to fade, fearing the loss of another loved one. You gently spoke,
"No, I am not done with you. I could never be." The declaration eased his trepidation for the moment, but the angst in his eyes was apparent. He spoke again, his hands shaking with uncertainty, "Then why have you been avoiding me?"
   At his inquiry, you swallowed your emotions and thought about how best to answer him. After a deep breath, you expressed, "I want more of you. Not just the physical, but the entire package. I want to know what inspires you, what moves you, your hopes, your dreams." He went silent for a moment, his eyes now glued to the ground, weighed down with heavy contemplation.
Then, he raised his head and spoke in a raspy, earnest voice, "I want more too." He took a deep breath before continuing, his words shaky, "I'll give you anything, anything you want. Just stay with me."
Tears began to trickle down his cheek as he clutched onto your uniform, a wave of anguish over the possibility of losing another. It was an act of vulnerability, rare for a man who was usually impenetrable, but one that showed you how much he genuinely cared for you.
Sugar daddy Reiner who showered you with lavish clothes and all sorts of gifts that night, leaving your heart racing and your hands trembling. The excitement didn't stop there, though, as he whisked you off to his penthouse apartment and proceeded to ravage your body with his rough and unrelenting thrusts, finally letting go all sense of hesitation. 
You moaned and writhed beneath him, unable to resist his masculine charms as he explored every inch of your body. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, grunting out words of love and affection that left you dizzy with desire.
  When it was over, he held you tightly, unwilling to let you go. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck as he whispered promises of forever, his words echoing in your mind as you drifted off to sleep in his strong embrace.
Reiner, who once was just a sugar daddy to you, is now your beloved boyfriend, and you couldn't even imagine a future without him by your side.
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hoejosatoru · 11 months
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Hating Game
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Reiner
Summary: Your friends are sick of the constant fighting between you and Reiner. They creature a plan that they hope will force the two of you to get along, which ends ups working a little too well. This is basically born from me hating Reiner, but then Mappa made him hot and now I have complicated feelings about it.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Reader has no specified skin or hair color, name calling (bitch, douche, dick, slut etc), being locked in with someone, you and Reiner are mean to each other, y/n mentions kissing a girl, fingering, light choking, riding him, teasing, rough sex, a touch of cervix fucking, doggy, cream pie, being walked in on not proof read MDNI
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you growled, banging on the locked door.
“This will be good for you both,” Armin’s muffled voice responded.
“Nothing could be good about being stuck with her,” Reiner, the bane of your existence, shouted back. Just the sound of his voice made your body cringe.
“That attitude is exactly why you’re in there,” Mikasa replied from the other side of the door. You couldn’t believe your friends conspired against you like this. You had been told to grab a cooler from the basement when you found Reiner down there looking for the same thing.
“I’m already on that,” he had said.
“Well maybe if you weren’t such an incompetent idiot then they wouldn't have sent me.”
And then you heard the telltale sound of a door shutting and locking. Bringing you to where you are now, begging to friends behind that locked door.
“Eren come on, you have to agree this is evil.” Eren was the one person who was on the same page about you with Reiner. You shared many laughs at his expense, but your hatred definitely ran a bit deeper.
“Sorry, y/n, I got out voted,” he replied. “And didn’t want to get locked in there with you.” There was a current of laughter in his voice and even though he was your good friend, you knew he probably found this hilarious. You were going to strangle him when you got out of here.
“This is a fire hazard,” Reiner huffed. Even though he was a steps below you, you could feel his breath on your neck. You wanted to retch.
“We will be done by the lake, if there is a fire we’d see it before you,” Armin replied. His voice was getting harder to hear, meaning he was getting further away. “All you have to do is make up and we will let you out. Good luck!” You were also going to strangle Armin when you got out.
You banged on the door and called their names a few more times, but there was no response. They were gone, they truly locked you in here with him. Fuck it, you were going to strangle all of them. Sasha, Jean, and Connie were all in on it and they would not be excluded from your ire.
“Would you fucking stop with the banging? They’re obviously not coming back and you’re giving me a headache,” Reiner grumbled.
“Your fucking voice gives me a headache,” you huffed, pushing past him down the stairs. You could not believe this. This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend. You’d been looking forward to hanging out with your friends at the Armin’s family lake house for weeks. You had been determined to not let Reiners presence ruin that, but that clearly didn’t work.
“You’re such a bitch.”
“You’re a fucking douche bag.”
A typical conversation between you and Reiner, truly. This plot was going to backfire because being stuck with him on this beautiful day was making you want to kill him more, not less. You scanned the basement, which was thankfully finished. If you had been stuck in a musty concrete basement with Reiner all day you probably would have just drowned yourself in the lake. As nice as it was, though, there was no escape. There were a few windows at the very top, but they were typical tiny basement windows. There was no way you could fit through them. There was a bathroom that you could lock yourself in, but you didn’t want to make things easier for him. Although a toilet would be better company.
“You’re breathing too loud,” you said, icily. That was one thing you hated about him - his complete  lack of self awareness. Whether he was talking loudly or man spreading, he never had any qualms about dominating the space around him. It grated your nerves.
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I stop?” he asked with false sincerity.
“Yes, actually I would love that.”
He flipped you off, you rolled your eyes. Great fucking plan Armin!
You were sure exactly what caused your mutual hatred. There was never one big fight, it had always been this way. You were like cats and dogs, oil and water, toothpaste and orange juice - you just did not mix. Over time that dislike grew to disdain and has now blossomed into full-blown hatred.
“It’s your fault we are in here,” Reiner stated.
“Wow, you not taking any accountability? Consider me shocked,” you replied with faux surprise.
“You know you’re a bigger bitch than me.”
You snorted. “Are you calling yourself a little bitch? In that case I fully agree.”
“I am not calling myself a little bitch,” Reiner hissed. He sounded so ridiculous it made you bust out laughing, which only pissed him off more. “But I am saying you’re nasty for no reason.”
“I always have a reason,” you retorted, “and the reason is you’re a dick.”
“Right, and you’re an angel,” Reiner replied sardonically.
You ran your tongue over your canine, smiling wickedly. “Funny, that’s what Historia said after she kissed me.” It was the worst kept secret in your friend group that Reiner had a huge crush on Historia, who wanted nothing to do with him romantically. You and Historia kissed at a party once - a meaningless drunk make out, but you knew it drove Reiner insane. It was your favorite button of his to push.
Reiner’s eye twitched and his jaw clenched. He was pissed. You could laugh. “Oh fuck off.” 
“Aw did I strike a nerve?” you questioned, “It’s probably for the best Historia doesn't like guys. I’m not sure your ego could survive hooking up with her and not making her cum.”
“I can make girls cum,” Reiner snapped, which made you laugh.
“Any man that says he can make girls cum absolutely can’t.”
“Right like you’re any better? You’re such a frigid bitch I bet you just lay there like a dead fish,” Reiner replied.
“You know, I’ve heard imagination is only as good as your experiences,” you said, “Do you have a lot experiences with girls laying under you like a dead fish? I’ll let you in on a little secret- that means they’re not enjoying it.”
“You think a lot about me having sex, huh? If you want me, you just have to ask,” Reiner jabbed. He was standing right in from you now and you hated that you had to look up at him, how his body was so large it eclipsed yours. “Of course, the answer will be no, but it will give me a good laugh.”
You fake gagged. “You fucking wish.”
You stared at each other with a palpable intensity. You wanted to say it was just hatred, but you knew there was something else there, lurking underneath. You would never, ever, ever admit it. But there was a very small (microscopic, you swear) part of you that was attracted to Reiner. It was like the stupid, cavewoman part of your brain that couldn’t control. You hated the way your body reacted to him, it was like a betrayal. It only fueled your hatred for him more.
“I hate you,” Reiner said.
“I hate you more,” you hissed, “Now get out of my fucking face.” You lifted your hands to shove him away, but Reiner grabbed your wrists. It was the first time he’d ever touched you and it felt... strange. Like and electric shock. You saw the bewildered look in his eye and knew he felt it too.
There was a beat of tense, charged silence before you crashed together. You couldn’t say who kissed who first; it was mutual pull like magnets. You couldn’t really process what was happening, one second you were telling him you hated him and the next you were kissing. Not just kissing, but a deep, desperate make out. 
Your hands were all over each other, wild and frantic. His hands were tangled in your hair, yours gripping his strong shoulders and sliding up his neck. You felt insane; you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Kissing Reiner. Worse, you were aching for more. Your hatred for him was still there, but you couldn’t fight the feeling building in your lower stomach.
You both pulled away, breathless. “I still hate you,” you growled.
“Fuck you.”
And then you were kissing again. Reiner was pulling you down to the floor with him, your body straddling his. His large hand slid up your thighs and into your shorts. You gasped as his finger glided over your underwear, then into them. “You’re real fucking wet for someone you’re suppose to hate,” Reiner smirked, toying with your pussy.
Your gripped his cock through his pants and squeezed it. Hard. Reiner groaned. “And you’re rock fucking hard for a frigid bitch.” Your grip loosened on him as Reiner slipped a finger inside you, pressing a spot that made you weak. Reiner smirked at your reaction. So it’s gonna be like that, huh?
You attacked his lips as he fingered you. His long, thick fingers feeling better than you cared to admit. You bit at his lower lip, tugging on it before releasing. Reiner groaned into your mouth at the sharpness of your teeth against his annoyingly soft lips. He pumped his fingers into you hard and fast, your pussy’s wetness making the act obscenely loud. You hated the tangible proof of how aroused you were by him.
Your hands wrapped around his neck. “I should choke the shit out of you,” you grumbled. His body leaned into your touch, prompting you to give his neck a squeeze. A deep groan escaped his and his dick twitched against your thighs. “Oh you like that?” You squeeze harder. “You like being put in your place?” You squeezed even harder, devouring his lips until he was gasping and moaning. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it until your limbs felt weak and you released your grip on his throat. 
“You’re fucking dripping down my hand. Bet you wanna cum so bad, huh?” Your eyes narrowed and you swallowed a moan. You did want to cum, but no way in hell you were caving before he did. You had to keep a shred of your dignity. You swatting his hands away and yanked his boxers down. You tried to keep your face as neutral as possible as you took in the size of him. His cock was annoyingly big. God you had wanted him to have a 2incher so you could laugh in his face, but you couldn’t. He was long and thick in away that made your pussy flutter in anticipation. Not that you’d ever tell him that.
“And desperate to have me inside? Never knew you had it so bad for me,” Reiner said. He was trying to look relaxed, but you didn’t miss how his face twitched as you ran his tip through your slick folds.
“More like I'm desperate to see how quickly you cum,” you fired back. You teased the tip at your aching hole, hating how badly it wanted to suck him in. You didn’t give in yet, wanting to get him more desperate. “What’s your record, one minute? Two?”
Reiner groaned as you squeezed the base of his cock while swirling his tip over your clit. “I can outlast you.” His strained voice said otherwise. “You’re stalling because you know it's true.”
Just to prove him wrong you sunk down on his cock. You went as fast as his thickness allowed, which, frustratingly, was not that fast. You felt the sweet-aching stretch all the way down in your toes. You wanted so badly to not show his effect on you, but a few traitorous moans escaped your lips. Your annoyance at yourself was only quelled when a desperate, throaty groan left his mouth as you bottomed out.
You moved your hips slowly, both to allow yourself to adjust and to tease him more. By the way his hands dug into your hips, you knew it was working. “I know you wanna say it.”
“What?” Reiner questioned, his eyes shamelessly on where he disappears inside you.
“How tight I am.” You squeezed him to emphasize the point, making him grit his teeth. “How good I feel, wet and warm and squeezing your aching cock.” You moved your hips faster as you spoke, a sweat breaking on his brow.
“You’re - fuck-  fucking full of yourself.” The hiccup in his sentence gave you a rush a pride.
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re desperate to empty yourself inside me,” you pressed on. His hips hitched, meeting yours with small thrusts. He hit a spot deep inside you that made your head fall back, but you didn’t let it deter you. “Bet you’ve dreamt about this. Bet I feel better than you fucking imagined. Admit it.”
“Fuck you.”
You snickered. “I should stop now an blue ball y-”
Before you could finish, or even process what was happened, you were flipped over, ass up and against Reiner. One large hand was on the back of your neck, squishing your face into the carpet. His other hand gripped both your wrists at your lower back, rendering you immobile. “You fucking talk too much.”
Reiner pounded into you, years of frustration coming out in each thrust. He was so deep, you felt him in your stomach, pleasuring parts of you you didn’t know existed. You were helpless, totally submitted to him. You hated it, but you fucking loved it, which what you really hated.
“Fu-nngh-ck” you gasped.
“Oh you like that? You like being put in your place?” Reiner spat your words back out at you. Your pussy pulsed at his words. Reiner chuckled. “You really do like it, huh? Can feel your fucking pussy sucking me in.” He let go of the hand on your neck to grip your hips, letting him get impossibly deeper in you. His tip bruised your cervix in the sweetest, most sinful way.
“Now who’s fucking full of themself?” You snapped, your voice ragged.
“No you’re full of me,” Reiner retorted. “You hate me so much yet you’re taking my dick like a slut. Gonna fucking cum all over me.”
Oh you were not going to let him win. “You’re a piece of fucking shit,” you spat. You squeezed him and wiggled your him against him as best your position allowed. You hear him curse through his teeth behind you. You knew he was close, you could feel it.
But Reiner was not going down without a fight. His fingers found your clit, rubbing hard circles over the sensitive bud. You cried out, a tightening in your lower stomach telling you were close. Desperate times call for desperate measures. You moaned his name, letting all the pleasure you were trying to mask fill the sinful sound of his name. 
Reiner’s hips twitched and you knew you won before you even felt his thick, warm cum fill you. He moaned, a deep, throaty sound as he filled you up. The ecstasy of your triumph pushed you over the edge, a white hot pleasure flaming through your body. It felt so good you couldn’t even keep yourself quiet if you wanted to.
“Oh. My. God.”
Your eyes snapped open because that was not Reiner’s voice. Your head snapped up and found Eren and Armin standing on the stairs look down at you. From that angle, they couldn't see your naked lower half over the couch, but the position you were in left little to imagine. Not to mention the sounds the probably here. Oh god.
Eren was laughing his head off. “This is too fucking good, oh my god.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you Eren,” you yelled. He was never going to let you live this one down.
“Well,” Armin said, “That plan went better than expected.”
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what would reiner’s perfect day look like?
in a perfect world, you both wake up a little on the late side. not obscenely late, maybe around 9am, but in comparison to his 5am wakes as a Warrior, reiner considers this a lay-in.
you’re definitely not up and out right away. he loves to bask in the sleepiness and wake up slowly, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he wakes you with him by wrapping those big arms around you tightly, planting gentle kisses on your forehead.
if the mood takes you both - and it always does with him - you may very well start the day with the most delicious slow, gentle, sleepy sex. nothing wild - it can be as simple as getting down to it while spooning, but that doesn’t make it any less passionate.
once you pull yourselves from beneath the duvet, reiner will always make you breakfast. whatever you want - pancakes, waffles, a simple slice of toast, it’s all the same to him. all he cares is that you get a good first meal of the day, and that you refuel after your morning antics in bed.
a perfect day to him would involve something as simple as a long walk. he drives you to a nearby village with a stately home to take in the fresh air. if it’s hot out, he’ll always use it as an excuse to picnic on the lawn and buy ice cream. if it’s cold, he spoils you with the biggest hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows to keep you warm. what’s most important to him is that you can use the walk as time to discuss everything; your past, your present, your future, your loves, your hates, and all the silliest things you can think of. he doesn’t mind what it is, he just loves to talk to you.
when you get home, you almost always decide to stay in rather than go out to a fancy restaurant, and reiner doesn’t mind this at all. in fact, he’d sooner curl up on the sofa with takeout and watch some tv with you (his guilty pleasure is Bridgerton) than have to compose and restrain himself across the white linen of a restaurant table. after all, once you’ve both had a glass or two of wine, the air inevitably grows thick with tension. at least if you’re already home he can get you to bed right away.
when the tv goes off and the dinner is cleared away, you might share another glass of wine before diving into one another on the sofa. he pulls you onto his lap so that you're straddling him, his hands firmly gripping your ass right away as he keeps you in place. for now this is enough for him; he's a sucker for a makeout session.
soon enough, though, he can't help it any longer. he lifts you up and marches you to the bedroom and has his way with you in whatever way you please. sometimes it's as tender and soft as the mornings you share, sometimes it's hours spent exploring every part of you in detail, or you wrapping him around your little finger until he practically begs you for more. either way, reiner can't think of a more perfect end to the day.
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hatsue-exe · 2 years
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spring kisses.
reiner x reader, 2.6K words.
gabi and falco can't stand the tension between reiner and his oblivious crush, so they decide to do something about it. when it fails, it's reiner turn to try.
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warnings: she/her!reader (no body description, but reader is ref. to as miss/she/her). set after the timeskip, but before the eps of season four. reiner's depression and ptsd are mentioned.
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Spring and its festivities, once again, arrived at Marley faster than Reiner could have predicted. Even though the days seemed to crawl through him, dragging his thoughts along with the tortuously slowly passing hours, the seasons had still changed in the blink of an eye.
He laid in bed, looking out the window at the blossoming trees, the crushing weight on his chest contrasting with the soft colours around him, the sounds of happy chattering seeming to mock the threatening silence of the guilt in his guts. It had been four years since he returned from Paradis, and yet he hadn't managed to escape the memories eating him away from his family and friends. Sure, Reiner was now a hero that got smiled at and waved at in the streets. People would send all kinds of delicacies and trinkets to his house as a way of showing their gratitude for fighting those dirty, foul demons on the island. His mother would even find the eventual love letter shoved in the baskets, but he never cared for reading them. No amount of well-intended words could suppress the sins he committed.
And you knew it.
When he first arrived back, you weren't there to cheer him and the other warriors along with the rest of the people. Instead, you chose to give him some space to settle in and came to see him during the night after dinner, knocking on his window as you used to when you were kids. You smiled at him, a bouquet of yellow tulips and white camellias in your hands. He helped you in, his heart racing and his tongue heavy.
"'Hey, Reiner. I know you must be super tired, but I picked up a few flowers earlier and thought you might like some. Just a little welcome back gif—"
Your words got cut out as Reiner threw himself in your arms, hugging you tightly. He had grown quite a bit, engulfing you with his body, but he felt just like the boy you befriended so long ago. Rocking on your feet, you rubbed his back and hair. Under the candlelight and surrounded by your comforting presence after a day of being pushed around and smothered by the town's folk, Reiner broke down.
"He's gone. I left him. I left him."
Berthold. Gossip spread like wildfire about those that didn't make it back. You heard your neighbours cussing out the devils for taking the Colossal and Female Titan from the army, about what a terrible loss it was to Marley's war power. And you got mad, sure, but not at the same people they were. How could no one think of how the others were feeling? How was the war the first thing in these people's minds, instead of those who had just lost their loved ones? Instead of the rest of the warriors that saw their friends get snatched away from them?
Dawn had come up by the time Reiner slept, but you stayed by his side, not wanting him to wake up alone. You turned that into a small routine: every once in a while, you'd take him flowers, mostly white and pink roses, since he grew fond of those, and then he'd hold you close and rest better than ever, even if it was just a quick nap before you both went back to your chores.
Of course, you thought you were being sneaky, despite it being clear to everyone around how much you're mere presence brought Reiner into a state of contentment. He would find ways to see you through the days, although his cornucopia of duties kept him occupied. Even when he promised to spend time with his younger cousin, he somehow (and supposedly unintentionally) walked towards the general direction of where you lived or worked.
"Ugh, if you're so in love, just confess it to her already!" Gabi groaned after Reiner had seen you from afar and started smiling like a damn fool — as he usually did. The older Braun blushed, stuttering to find a way to retort.
"What would you know about love, kid?"
"Not much, but I don't have to when you look at her like that! Even dumbass Falco sees it."
Reiner didn't have an answer.
He also didn't deny anything.
Those words stayed with him, though. And he started holding you a little tighter, started noticing how soft your lips were against his skin when you gave his stubbled cheek butterfly kisses. He was, inarguably and without a doubt, in love with you.
And, sometimes, when you lulled him to sleep and lingered close to the corners of his mouth with your own and when he heard your breath hitch when his hands held your waist to help you steady yourself, he fell under the impression that you might love him too. As fast as these observations surfaced, he was twice as fast to dismiss them. How could you love him, knowing what he did? How could you ever love him after seeing all the ugly, weak parts of him? Fuck, there were days he could barely get his ass out of bed to eat something, days where the images of the children and friends that died because of him would have him sobbing his eyes out. How dared he aspire to your love when he could barely take care of himself?
"Reiner, dear?" His mom's voice pulled him out of the stupor of memories. "Gabi and Falco are here. They want to see you!"
"I'll be right there!"
Reiner washed up before going to the living room, Gabi immediately jumping at him.
"Reiner! Have you asked her?"
He frowned. "Asked who and what, kid?"
"Miss (y/n). Have you asked her to the fair? It's tonight." Falco concluded.
Ah, yes, the little fair that happened every spring at the small park the eldians in Marley had. Inviting someone to go with you was almost always the first step into a relationship, an unspoken tradition amongst the younger generations. He got asked a few times but politely denayed. "Too much work, I'm sorry," he justified.
"Are you going to ask (y/n) out, dear?" His mom chimed in. Before he could respond, she started chattering: "You two make such a lovely couple, and I'd appreciate it if you could give me some grandchildren. All of you have grown up so fast! I miss having little kids around the house. You were a handful, of course, but it was so worth it, you'll see!"
"Mom! Grandchildren?" He gasped, blushing at the thought of a cute, chubby baby that looked like the two of you but also thinking back to an argument they had a few months ago. Karina asked if he had someone in his heart and encouraged him to do so, claiming it'd do him good and maybe give her some babies. Things escalated quickly, and she ended up shouting about not wanting to be alone when the Titan's curse inevitably snatched him from her. "One thing at the time, ok?"
"Yeah, he needs to grow some balls first and ask her out."
"Gabi, language. Also, shouldn't you be worried about your training instead of my love life?"
"My training is going great. I don't have to worry about it. Your love life, on the other hand..."
Reiner sighed, used to his cousin's bluntness but not in the mood for it. "I have to go to work. I'll see you all later."
He kissed his mother's forehead and left. Karina, in turn, went to the kitchen to mind the house chores, upset about her son's denial. She knew she had gone too far, but god, anyone with a single functioning brain cell could see how madly in love you two were. Her son was not stupid. The reasons why he was acting like this were beyond her understanding.
"You shouldn't have said that, Gabi." Falco scolded her softly.
"You didn't help at all! I should've asked Udo to tag along."
Falco gasped. "Well, I'm not sharing my plan to get him to ask her out then!"
"Ha! As if you'd have a plan."
"I do."
"It's probably dumb."
"It is not!"
"Doubt."
"I'm going to send (y/n) flowers on Reiner's name with a note asking her out, and then I'll just say there's an emergency at the fair and they need him, so he'll go, and they'll work it from there!"
"What emergency would you even make up?"
"I... Well, I haven't gotten to that part yet."
"See? It's dumb! But, lucky for you, my friend Falco, I'm here."
Gabi smiled, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. 'Oh no', Falco thought as she explained his very own plan back to him.
Later, while in your job, a postman came to give you a bouquet of roses, red roses. "You're one lucky gal! My daughter tried to talk to him, but he never even spared her a look." Frowning over the weird comment, you took the flowers and read the small card that came with them — the card the postman had read as well, you realised, as it said in a bit shaken cursive: "I hope to see you at the spring fair. Reiner."
Your emotions were in overdrive. Did Reiner really mean this as you were reading it? It was obvious you were head over heels for him. The only reason you hadn't confessed was out of wanting him to heal first. You knew how scared he was because of the war, and the last thing you wished was to add to his already constantly overwhelmed heart.
"(Y/N)!" Your boss screamed, and you carefully put the flowers away before going back to work, your mind lost in what you would be wearing later.
Later, Reiner walked out of a meeting that had gone about as bad as all the others. The setting sun painted the sky a pretty rose colour, and it made him think of you, of the warmth you brought into his life. Maybe his mom and Gabi were right. A small voice in his head whispered about how you'd never like someone as broken as him, how you'd leave, how he'd be alone again. But didn't you see how broken he was? And hadn't you stayed?
So, he changed his usual path.
He went to the nearest flower shop.
And Falco, who was supposed to attract him to the park, couldn't find Reiner for the life of him. When he ran back to Gabi, desperately fumbling over his words to explain why he was late and alone, you had already left, trying to convince yourself that something must have held him back at the quarters, but hurting nonetheless.
You were getting ready for bed, crickets and cicadas shushing away your sad thoughts when someone knocked on your door. Reiner stood there, holding a trio of white roses, a shy smile on his face that soon disappeared when he noticed your swollen eyes. "(Y/n)? What happened?"
You laughed through your nose. How could Reiner think bringing you some more flowers would fix that he left you waiting for him for hours, watching as other couples danced away under the wooden gazebo? Did he think it wasn't a big deal to fill you with hope, just to empty it of you?
"Reiner, I'm not sure I want to see you right now. I understand you must have had your reasons to skip our..." You cut yourself. "To skip the fair, but..."
"The fair? What are you talking about?"
"Reiner, I'm talking about the invitation you sent me! The red roses?"
"What?! I didn't send you anything!" His brain made a quick connection, and he cringed. "Can I see this invitation, please?"
"My folks are sleeping. Wait here while I fetch it." You walked in and came back with a bouquet and a card. He took them, counting the flowers before anything else. 13. He sighed, looking at the small note and closing his eyes in frustration.
"(Y/n), I didn't send you these. The calligraphy here? It's Gabi's. She has been bugging me to ask you out, but I never imagined she'd resort to this type of thing. I am sorry. Besides, I've learned some things about giving flowers in my time away, and thirteen roses mean eternal friendship. That is not what I feel, at least not at all."
"Reiner..."
"I know you can't talk much here, so would you like to go to my house? My mother went to my uncle's. I could make you some tea, and we could talk. If you want, you don't have to!"
You took a deep breath. "Lead the way, Reiner."
Back at his place, Reiner made the two of you some warm tea and guided you into his room to have some more privacy, even if it was only the two of you. Only the two of you. Gosh, that thought alone sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.
"I'm sorry again. About Gabi."
"It's alright. She's just a kid after all."
"Yeah, but if I hadn't been acting like a coward for so long, she wouldn't have felt the need to do that." Reiner put his cup down at the bedside table, hand reaching shyly for yours. "I can't even put in words what you mean to me. Your support these last years is what keeps me going. Seeing you happy keeps me going. Knowing that even with all the things I did, you'd somehow be there for me at the end of the day is what keeps me going. I want to give back some of what you've given me, some of the comprehension and affection. I want to give you my love, (y/n). If you'd take it."
Reiner kept his eyes at your hands, fearing, waiting for the inevitable rejection, for the confirmation of his worst fears. Instead, your fingers intertwined and squeezed his. 
"Rei, look at me. Please." So he did, and your soft smile shined something so bright inside his heart that it burned his insecurities away. "I want nothing more than to be loved by you, Reiner. As long as you let me love you too."
"I'm yours, do to me whatever you want." He whispered, eyes tearing up.
"Don't tempt me, Rei." You two laughed, leaning into each other. His other hand cupped your cheek. His voice was low, deep: "Can I kiss you?"
"Please, Reiner."
And his lips were on yours, at first just a brush, as if he was making sure you were there and this was real. Then a feverish crash, his hands quickly moving on your body to bring you impossibly closer to him, onto his lap, tongues exploring each other's mouths until his mouth ventured to your neck. His stubble tickled you into squirming away a little bit, a sigh leaving both of you.
"I should shave," he said into the skin of your shoulder. You pulled his face to look into his eyes, so much adoration inside them you wondered how much was his and how much was a reflection of your own.
"Don't. I like it. You're just gonna have to get me used to the feeling".
To prove your point, you kissed his jaw, moving his chin in your hands to cover every piece of his face with appreciation. He chuckled, basking in the attention.
"I can do that. I can definitely do that," Reiner pulled you to him again, the fresh breeze of spring and the smell of the night-blooming jasmines veiling you from the rest of the world night in.
The next morning, you'd both be late, with a lot of explaining to do.
But you'd be damned if it wasn't worth it.
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i love him, arrest me.
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Reiner Braun Relationship HC's
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Content: Pre-Marley Reiner x GN!Reader
Warnings: Spoilers for S4 part 2 at the end.
Notes: Hi all! I'm currently in finals week, and don't have any motivation to complete requests until finals are over. So accept this short headcanon for a fandom I haven't written for in months. All characters are 18+ here.
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Reiner at first would push you away if he felt you were getting too close. He didn't need to get attached to you, you were just some stupid island devil...
However, as his trauma mounts and his mind becomes more and more shattered and, split, if you will...eventually you make your way in
Truth be told, Reiner has no idea what's happening. One minute he was pushing you away, the next, suddenly you guys are cuddling?
Although you do feel...nice...and warm...and you smell so good...
Reiner is smitten. You have him wrapped around your little finger.
He would do anything for you - dare he say he might ditch Bertholdt for you.
Gives you the biggest kisses, right on the lips in front of everyone. Mostly because he loves you, but another small part of him loves claiming you as his. Ymir already took Christa, he's not going to let you slip away too.
Reiner loves hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek, he also loves being dramatic and kissing your hand while he kneels in front of you
He loves laying his head on your chest at night as you run your fingers through his hair.
He loves how you treat him so nicely and he can see the love in your eyes when you look at him
He loves how he feels so secure in your relationship, in your arms, with you, etc. he wouldn't trade it for the world.
However, what he doesn't love, is how you look up at him with fear, anger and betrayal as Marco is being eaten by a titan thirty feet away from you.
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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i like to think that cowboy!reiner loves when you pack him food before a day of hardwork on the farm.
d’aww, he would and be so happy about it.
even though he’s not technically leaving the house, the farm and work area are quite a bit of ways away from the main estate and he sometimes has to leave, maybe going into town to get feed or conduct a sale for some cattle. Either way, you know he’s hard at work and the thing he looks most forward to midway through the day is his beloved’s home cooking. Every morning, you’re up early while he’s still asleep and hasn’t quite awaken for the day; preparing his lunch. Always making him the most delicious foods. Cooking for him was one of your favorite love languages and ways to show him how much you cared for your husband. From sandwiches, homemade desserts and fried chicken steak..everything he loved. You fill his thermos with freshly made tea or lemonade. As he leaves out for the day, dressed in his work clothes and tossing his lunch bag over his shoulder, he tugs you by your waist, pulling you into a kiss. “What ya’ got for me today, beautiful?” But the best part is when he goes to open it up during the day and he finds the sweet, heartfelt handwritten note signed to him. “Have a wonderful day, sweetheart. I’m so proud and thankful for all of your hard work. I love you so much.” And he feels like he can conquer the whole with your support! He always finds his day that much brighter knowing how much you care.
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beanbings-things · 1 year
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Silly little you, part 3
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Reiner x reader
Warnings: angst, death, a few kisses here and there, violence
Silly little Reiner, who knew he shouldn’t have fallen for you but how he not you were so beautiful and with your personality matching your beauty. He was basically whipped.
Silly little Reiner, who saw that you obviously liked Jean but he also saw how badly he treated you, he even overheard Jean yelling at you.
Silly little Reiner, who was there to help you avoid Jean, he was quite thrilled that he could spend more time with you. He always made sure to check for any injuries after training, he also loved the way you felt in his arms.
Silly little Reiner, who agreed almost immediately when you asked him if the two of you could talk in private. I mean it could’ve been a trap but who cares besides you were too sweet to do such a thing.
Silly little Reiner, who kissed you back so passionately, oh how he wanted to take you right there and then but he couldn’t not now at least.
Silly little Reiner, who saw Jean walking away as the two of you pulled away from the kiss
Silly little Reiner, who constantly got into fights with Jean, telling you it was nothing as you treated his injuries giving you a kiss before returning to his own room. The satisfied look on his face when you finally found what happening and gave Jean the talking of his life, the look of heartbreak on his face.
Silly little Reiner, who was so attached to you that he told you about the plan and asked you to come with him. He lifted you up and you a big kiss when you said yes.
Silly little Reiner, who watched as you laid there lifeless he wanted to help to do something but he couldn’t.
Silly. little. Reiner, who mourn harder then anyone at your death,
But…
We’re you really dead?
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h1nanii · 1 year
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I just came across this photo and likeeee
Why does he look so…yk
Fuckable
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Like omg Ik y’all are seeing this too
Imagine this is him tryna win u over on something dumb and he just stands in the doorframe like that 😭😭
He would look real serious about it too
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toshilove · 1 year
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i think reiner could be a kpop gg stan
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madewithspice · 1 year
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Hi! Can I please have a matchup for AOT?
Name- Eiji Age- 18, Height- 5’7” and slim, Gender- demi-boy / non-binary / boy, Pronouns- they / he, Sexuality- the guys, Mbti- INFP
Likes :D
Playing video games (games in general), stickers, dogs/puppies/kittens and other animals, flowers, sweets, long hot showers, cuddling, comfortable silence, feeling protected, sincerity, being wanted/needed, laughing, kisses, hugs (from behind especially omG), listening to music alone (metal/deathcore/pop/punk/alt/rock), giving/receiving gifts, good and smexy pefume/cologne scents, surprises, inside jokes, terms of endearment, pillow forts, assertiveness, sunsets, late night adventures, quiet nights at home, staying up late, good manners, massages, good sense of humour, being competitive, staying inside on rainy days, endless conversations, fun teasing, winning, babysitting/playing with cute kids (it’s my side thing aside from my part-time job haha), decorating and planning for birthdays, making others feel appreciated, amusement/theme/water parks, Halloween, cosplay/costumes, spending time alone.
Dislikes >:O
School/studying (but I do it anyway), deadlines, clinginess, feeling insecure/nervous, being talked over, super crowded places, experiencing gender dysphoria, feeling useless, fake people, awkward silences, arguing, weather that’s too hot, uncleanliness, small talk, being forced to do something I don't wanna do, being forced to spend time with people I don't like, being put under pressure, messes, being around people for too long, getting lost, being late, feeling bored, rejection, spoilers, socks with sandals, swearing too much, having my picture taken, pushovers, toxic masculinity, public speaking, cooking, douchebags, people who are too strict/serious, crying in front of anyone
Other :)
I would say that I’m kind, very empathetic and the type of person that people feel they are able to confide in. You’ll probably see me as quiet before you get to know me, and I am pretty shy to be honest, so it does take a minute for me to open up. But once you get to know me, it's different. Internally, I’m emotional and sensitive but I’m not used to expressing it outwardly, and I think that can cause me to sometimes be mistaken as aloof or unwelcoming from afar. I don’t think I’m very good at hiding my negative feelings around other people– I can be very moody and serious when I’m not mentally well. I just have the most intense and overwhelming emotions EVER, and it’s really difficult, but I just need to feel somewhat understood and given space to deal with the stuff in my head. I tend to have a few close friends, but most of the time I end up sticking with my one fave person. And I don't make friends often, but when I commit to someone, you know it's real and meaningful. You also don't want to get on my bad side. 😀 😑 If I don't like someone, I won't necessarily show It, but I won't exactly make the effort to hide it either. And I don't pretend to like someone if I just don't. Whether I like to get out and do stuff or not depends on the people and everything– but of course I love to have fun! I'm creative and have a lot of ideas for things. Some things I struggle with are: anxiety, feeling insecure, asking for help, perfectionistic tendencies, staying grounded, getting tired/low energy easily, getting side-tracked and getting caught up in my own head. I'm just a silly little ball of intensity and sweetness I guess haha
O and here's a picrew for fun :)
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Hi for AOT I match you with Reiner Braun.
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Reiner might look super macho and tough but really he’s the biggest softie. When you both meet for the first time, you’re instantly judging him and he’s doing the same to you. It starts off a little rocky but once Reiner starts talking, you start to open up and suddenly the two of you are inseparable. You’re at each other’s beck and call no matter how late it gets. Late night drive? Let’s go. In need of cuddles? Coming right up.
Your first date with Reiner was at an amusement park where Reiner spent a shit ton on one stall because he was determined to win you the giant bear and refused to leave for anything else. Highlight of the night was when you won the round on your first go leaving the giant man stumped and claiming the game was rigged.
Reiner needs someone to lean on occasionally and you need someone to keep you grounded so who more perfect than the simp master. If Reiner ever feels unwell then his first instinct is to call you. He just needs you to come over and be present with him. And when you need Reiner on those bad days, he’s already at your door because he noticed a change in how you text him. He’s very observant like that and it’s what keeps you both grounded together.
- Kiki.
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neiptune · 1 year
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aot boys x reacting to a dream where you die
a/n: inspired by @meowzfordayz and her wonderful hcs! got a bit carried away lol these are too long but i hope you enjoy anyway :)
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eren secretly freaks tf out but is too embarrassed to admit it. you wake up to the pressure of his hands not so subtly traveling across different parts of your belly and hips, the coolness of his fingertips on your bare skin making you shiver. “eren? what're you doing?” you ask, confused, your own hands closing around his wrists to delicately move them away. but he resists your push, his fingers stubbornly finding their way to the familiar albeit faded scar residing right above your hip bone. “sorry. didn't mean to wake you” his voice cracks, which is enough to prompt you to sit up. “tell me what's wrong” you take one of his hands and squeeze twice, your secret way to communicate that everything's fine. eren's big eyes search for signs of distress or pain in yours but all he finds is genuine concern and grogginess. he relaxes and weakly squeezes your hand right back. “bad dream. it's stupid, let's just go back to sleep” but of course you see right through his fake composure and pull him in for a hug, gently hushing the trembling exhale that tickles your neck as his arms close around you. “you're okay” he whispers to himself and you hum in confirmation, nodding against his shoulder. “i am. the only thing truly hurting me is your snoring”. he huffs at that, covertly thankful you're still there to give him a reason to roll his eyes
lol armin will not be there when you wake up in the middle of the night, senses alert bc of the unusually cold, empty spot next to you. he doesn't reply when you call him so you're forced to get up and explore the whole floor, bathroom to study, until you hear some muffled sniffling coming from downstairs and you rush to the living room, heart in your throat. “armin??? are you okay? what happened??” he's curled into himself on the couch but as he hears your voice he lifts his head, heavy groan crawling up from his throat because what the fuck, why are you awake? he hates hates hates the idea of you seeing him like this for the nth time, always so stupid and helpless now with tear stained cheeks too for something that's not even real. “nothing” his defensive tone startles you and he regrets it immediately, sigh heavy as he tiredly rubs his temples, a sign of surrender and vulnerability that draws you in until you're sitting next to him, warm hand closing on his knee. “what if i brew some tea? we still have some cookies left” you speak gently and his gaze softens, guilt already bubbling in the pit of his stomach. “it's 2am” “and?” “you have to work tomorrow” “and??”. so he ends up brewing the tea instead and you simply won't talk about what happened until the next morning, after a fair amount of the night before was spent sharing homemade peanut butter cookies with armin taking your hand to press gentle kisses to your wrist from time to time <3
oh my god jean 100% feels too stupid to mention it or letting a dumb dream upset him once he's awake and can physically see you and touch you as you're making breakfast together, he's also too proud to admit how horrible it felt to see your body get so rigid, your skin too cold, eyes void of their usual light. so he doesn't mention it. but you can tell something is off: he's more attentive than usual (when has he ever pushed you away from the toaster bc you might bet burned?) he's extremely touchy-feely (more than usual lol it's fine for him to have his arms wrapped around you as you're rinsing a fork but not letting go? not even allowing you to turn off the stove, at the expense of his precious eggs, now at risk of charring??) so of course your spider senses detect that something isn't quite right and you interrogate him over breakfast, just as he casually plays with your fingers and quite uncomfortably tries to eat with his left hand. “what d'you mean i'm being weird? that how you accept my unconditional love?” he has you rolling your eyes a number of times before he shrugs with a “had a nightmare last night, no biggie” “did something happen to me?” “yeah, no need to take the piss, i know it's dumb”. a fond smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you shrug as well. “wasn't gonna take the piss. if something happened to you in one of my dreams, i'd probably freak out” “oh thank god” jean forces you up from your chair in a split second and pulls you in the tightest hug in recorded history lol
well connie will definitely blurt it out and attempt to downplay it at the same time lmao don't even get me started you'll wake up and he'd be in the kitchen making coffee greeting you with something like “g'morning! btw i dreamed you died last night hahaha isn't that so stupid??? you were dead dead, like R.I.P you, right in my arms” and you're standing there like 🤨🤨🤨 “i'm glad you thought that was funny?” “so funny, i even cried a little when i woke up haha you were sleeping right next to me and i was tearing up like a dumbass omg did i mention how still you were???” his emotional responses are all sorts of fucked up tbh. connie doesn't always know how to react to things and unexpected situations and complicated feelings bc he's so used to being the cheerful comic relief but somewhere underneath all the sunshine he carries around there's actual fear. connie is actually scared, all the time. of the ocean, of loneliness, of losing those who are dear to him, of being too much and not nearly enough at the same time. he has his own ways of dealing with fear and they're not always ideal. so you delicately take the clutched phone from his hands and peck his lips once, twice, each kiss lasting longer than the former until he takes your face in his hands and just keeps it there, forehead resting on yours. “i'm here. and you're a stupid idiot for calling yourself a dumbass”. he chuckles at that, which makes you smile. “promise you'll stay alive long enough to call me a stupid idiot a million more times?” “yes, if you wash the dishes”
i mean of course levi is mad. lol. at himself, bc he was not able to protect you in his dream and at you bc where tf are you??? he's petrified sitting up in (a very much empty) bed, mentally gives himself 3 seconds before he allows irrational panic to kick in but thank fuck you flush the toilet 1,5 seconds later, wash your hands and come back to your shared bedroom to find the grumpy man you're in love with glaring daggers your way, scowl so deep you hesitate by the door, silently wondering what you did wrong. were you being so tossy and turny you woke him up? did you take more than your share of blankets? did you accidentally punch him in the face? (it has happened and he was surprisingly nice about it lol). “i'm sorry” you blurt out, cautious as you climb onto your bed again, slipping your legs underneath the covers. “what are you apologizing for?” his voice sounds weird, which freaks you out even more. “not sure” you tilt your head “but you look mad”. levi huffs, features softening. “was it sleep kicking? or did i fart? you know edamame gives me real bad gas—” “you did not fart” he runs a hand through his hair, simultaneously exhausted and biting back an incredulous smile. “you died” he blurts it out but saying it out loud sucks so badly that he clenches his fists and you don't really know how to react. “i couldn't do shit about it. you just died. t'was horrible and i know it's not your fault and it was just a dream but...” “i'm sorry i died” your soft reply interrupts his babbling and prompts another snort. “stop apologizing” “what can i do, then?”. levi inspects your features attentively and takes your hand underneath the covers, intertwining his fingers with yours. “promise you won't do it again” he goes along with your silliness and you smile, nose rubbing against his, barely audible whisper of a “promise” before kissing him
porco will never and i mean never tell you what's up lmao his dumbass would rather die than admit a dream has had the power to affect him at all. he's a grown up™ and rational™ enough to discern reality from fantasy and guess what?? his current reality = you roaming around the house to cook, do the laundry, jokingly mock his housework skills as he vacuums rooms missing entire spots and breaks yet another glass in the sink (“stfu the sponge was too damn soapy it slipped” ) but honestly? porco doesn't even notice how much he stares the day after his nightmare. not just in the morning, he literally can't cast his eyes away from you for the entire day. he's 12 so as soon as you mention it he gets defensive lol like you'll be on the couch with your legs on his lap as he watches something on his laptop, you're reading a book and you'll say something along the lines of “ya know you've been staring a lot today” and he'll automatically reply “yeah?? cuz you're ugly” which only confirms your hunch. “don't be an ass, why were you staring??” “just told you?” “porco” “that's my name, don't wear it out” he's so infuriating honestly but eventually your persistence does wear him down enough to elicit one true response: “because i wanted to make sure you're actually here”. you tilt your head, confused frown that makes him bite back a smile. “what does that even mean?? where else would i be? are you high?” “high on you, babe” lmao yeah he won't tell you how horrible and scary and wrong it was to see your body get so still and your eyes suddenly unwilling to open and your hands not squeezing his back no matter how much he screamed and called for you and cursed and cried. why would he? porco can discern reality from fantasy. as you jokingly poke his side with your sock-clad foot and laugh as he grabs it to nibble at your ankle, he's grateful af for his reality :)
reiner instantly wakes you up lol he's too shaken to think straight and can't handle the pounding of his heart nor the cold sweat coating his forehead tbh. you freak out as well bc he looks like shit so you think he's not feeling well -> it's 30 entire seconds of back and forth (“are you okay?” “are you okay??” “why are you shaking???” “why are you sweating????”) until you can sense his stress is about to grow into a full on anxiety attack and you take his giant, cold, clammy hands in yours, squeezing hard enough to ground him. “baby, breathe with me. i'm right here, okay? just like that. deep and slow”. it doesn't matter that he squeezes back hard enough to hurt you. “you're doing great! wanna count with me?”. he closes his eyes and you both count to ten out loud, three times before he looks at you again and the crude fear that was in his gaze is long gone, leaving space to relief and slight embarrassment. “don't apologize” you cut him off right as his lips part “are you okay? can you wait for me? i'll go grab some water and—” he interrupts you right back by slotting his mouth to yours, with a kiss so feverish your brain shortcircuits. deaf to your protests, he will keep murmuring nonsense against your lips, an endless progression of i'm sorry, you're fine, i'm sorry, i love you, thank god, i love you so much. when you're allowed to catch your breath at last he presses one last kiss to your forehead and you're finally able to connect the dots. much like armin, he doesn't enjoy being so weak and emotional so often around you, but he also knows you feel strongly about him being so hard on himself. you won't have it. so reiner silently accepts and is oh so grateful for each sweet reassuring word you whisper to the shell of his ear, knowing all too well that nightmares have nothing on your i'm here and i'm never leaving and i know i'm safe with you
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