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TUTOR — modern!reiner braun

001. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, cursing, penetration, unprotected sex, safe-word mention, modern!au

002. w/c: 2.3k

Reiner. He noticed everything, especially you. He analyzed your every move, the days you’d been upset you would tend to use your headphones more, or the days you wanted to impress someone. Wearing his favorite scent from you, Amber Romance.

He would never admit how you drove him crazy, he was too scared of rejection, or disgust from you. He was always the secluded type. The one many would avoid. Which is why he was so struck when you’d asked for him as a tutor, him out of everyone else.

He’d never complain though. He taught well, even with his lack of focus, busy staring at you. But not in a weird manner– of any means.

He’d remember a time he openly spoke on how he found you pretty, still struck on how you fidgeted with your hair. He could assume that you liked him– but he didn’t. He wanted to learn that instead, just to feel like he wasn’t forcing it.

He was madly in love with you. He was just frightened by– you.

. . .

It came to another tutoring session with you, Reiner doing his best to look and smell good.

Is this too much? He pondered. Or will she think I'm pushing onto her. . ?

Standing awkwardly in front of his mirror, his roommate Jean gave him a pat on the back.

‘’Hey, another session with y/n?’’

‘’Yeah. .’’

‘’Nervous–?’’ He hummed, almost mocking him.

‘’Of course I am- I don’t want to seem too desperate-’’

‘’Reiner, you’ll be fine. If she doesn’t like you, she doesn’t.’’

He slowly turned. ‘’Thats shit advice-’’

‘’Just get out, I have a girl coming’ over.’’ He practically shoved Reiner out the door as he made way to Y/N’s dorm.

. . .

Upon a single knock you’d instantly open the door, looking up at Reiner with your heart practically jumping out your heart once you noticed a blush slowly forming on the blonde's face.

‘’Ah– hello, Y/N.’’ His eyes lingered for a while, then meet back at your eyes.

‘’Come in, you want some of the cake I made? I almost forgot you were coming–’’ A light chuckle, Reiner tensing just in the slightest.

‘’Uh– no thanks-’’

‘’Are you sure? My roommate left before I finished, and I wanted to make sure it was good.’’ About crept onto your face and you swore Reiner’s eyes widened.

He couldn’t reject you, that pout causing a sink in his chest as he seated himself on the couch, ‘’Alright, i’ll try it then.’’ He nodded

You then gave a smile before cutting a slice of red-velvet cake, you’d heard from Eren he enjoyed chocolate, so you decided to make it just for– your favorite tutor.

Rushing to the living area you handed a slice and watched him take a bite, a now calmed smile on his face.

‘’Ah, red velvet, I assume?’’ He glared over

‘’Yeah– I heard you liked it, so I made it for you. .’’ You shifted your gaze upon the sentence, a blush creeping on your face, you felt fuzzy, warm.

Reiner paused, a blush creeping on his face before he turned away, clearing his throat.

‘’Lets erm– get into the work, shall we?’’

‘’Oh– right, the same paper from last session?’’

‘’Yeah, we were almost finished. .’’

Till you paused, a gentle clap of your hands ‘’Can we just– talk instead?’’

‘’But tests are a few weeks away?’’ He shuddered at such request

‘’I know, but I’ve never really bothered to get to know you– but you know a ton on me, right?’’

‘’I uhm– suppose so.’’

A silent pause.

‘’So, what do you want to know, Y/N?’’

The breath before he said your name made your stomach churn, a breath hitched in your throat.

‘’Do you have any. . hobbies?’’

‘’Ah, I enjoy reading in my spare time and helping my friends. .’’

He shrugged, before you’d fidget with your fingers. Tension raising as you dared to ask,

‘’Do you– have a girlfriend?’’

He paused, a sudden turn to you as his mouth fell agape in the slightest.

‘’Ah– n-nono, no one really, likes me– like that.’’

You lightly shuffled closer to him, he recognized this, doing the same.

‘’Why? You don’t seem bad?–’’

‘’Most just don’t find any appeal I guess? I never really– thought about it.’’

You stared at him for a while, before closing your eyes.

‘’I don’t want to make you uncomfortable– Y/N.’’

‘’Wha–?’’

‘’I feel like i’m literally about to throw up–’’

‘’Oh- are you alright?’’

‘’Yeah–‘’

‘’Okay. . do you like anyone then?—‘’

He paused, staring down at you with a gulp. His stomach was churning yet he finally built up his courage.

‘’I, like you– Y/N.’’

Your eyes widened, a warmth forming on your face as his face was now a bright pink.

You leaned close enough to be directly in front of his lips, his instinctively parting as a calloused hand was placed gently on your nape.

‘’C-Can I kiss you, Reiner?’’

‘’Yes– please. .’’

your lips collided, feeling like thunder striking your nerves as the same for him. Gentle yet passionate.

He was hesitant, causing you to pull away and take a deep breath.

‘’You can go further, Reiner, it’s okay. Please go further. ‘’ How could he ignore your plea? He wanted you to be his. He wanted you, this.

His hand lightly tugged you back to him, a deepened kiss. His facial hair brushed up on your chin due to how much he pressed onto you, a light bite upon your lip to go further.

A light gasp before his tongue explored your mouth, allowing him the dominance as he sucked at your tongue, a groan.

You followed his rhythm, a hand feeling onto his shirt as his body tensed under you.

He pulled away as his hand gripped your wrist ever so gently. ‘’Please do what you want, please baby–’’

You swore he whined as he spoke, lightly tugging at his shirt and stripping it off his figure.

You couldn’t help but stare, his abs and chest looked delicious. Carved like a sculpture and gentle to your touch. A grunt escaping his lips as it sent heat to your core.

‘’I don’t want this just to– be a one time thing.’’ He huffed, staring you down.

You reassured, moving to straddle his thigh. ‘’I won’t Reiner, I genuinely like you. . just you.’’

Those words alone caused a new hunger to rise in the man, his eyes growing darker as he lightly gripped your hand.

‘’Then– let me please you baby, please.’’ You were melting in his hand, instinctively grinding down onto his thigh as his eyebrow perked up.

His hands gripped at your hips before a simple question ‘’What's your safe word?’’

‘’Cherries-’’ You seemed almost embarrassed, looking down.

‘’Hey– no worries baby, I just want to make you feel good? You want that?’’ His voice was raspy, yet it only ended up with you turned on from the desperation he had.

‘’Yes, yes I want it–’’ You huffed as a rewarding smile formed on the blonde's face before he led your hips, grinding down on his thigh to let out a satisfied moan, as if you’d been holding it in for hours. Causing a growing bulge in the poor blondes pants as he moved you slower.

A whine at the lack of friction, you gripped his forearm. ‘’What happened?–’’

He had his head thrown back, his eyes shut tightly and a small sigh of relief, the sight was beautiful, your cunt getting wetter.

‘’Fuck– I can feel you leaking on my pants baby, I can barely take it. .’’

You barely huffed out the words, causing Reiner to grip harder on your waist and cause a pause.

‘’Then please me Reiner– fuck, I need the stimulation.’’

He moved you off his lap as he moved down to the floor, below you as you kept seated on the couch.

‘’Wha–?’’

‘’Can I taste you?’’ It sounded as if he was begging, his breathing rather quickened as he just stared up at you. His hazel eyes filled with awe just by you, and you alone. That thought turned you on, a little too much.

You pulled off the sweatpants you wore, throwing them aside to expose panties that were hanging by a thread. You were embarrassed at the fact he wanted to do such, especially a day you decided to wear your torn pair.

Though, Reiner didn’t seem bothered, waiting for you to take them off as he licked his lips with anticipation.

You decided to be a tease, slowly stripping the worn panties as he stared at your cunt.

He was awestruck, light hands gripping the sides of your thighs as he simply licked a stroke up your slick.

A tremble, followed with a breathy moan as a hand gripped at his blonde strands.

‘’I’ve thought of this, Y/N. Just– being with you, feeling you– fuck it’s amazing.’’

He gave your thigh a light peck before sucking at your clit, a loud whine as his moans caused vibrations on the sensitive bud.

‘’So good–’’ The knot in your stomach tightened as you impulsively bucked your hips on his tongue as he chuckled and pulled off, a whine from his tongue now gone.

‘’Why’d you do that?’’ You let out a mewl as the blonde now chuckled, lightly wiping his lip of your juices.

‘’I want you so bad—’’ He groaned so painfully, a hand on his zipper.

You yearned more, to feel him to the point it made you clench on nothing, your clit throbbing.

You whined as he picked you up bridal-style, moving to your bed as he placed you gently upon climbing up. He was looming above you, stripping himself of his pants to stay in boxers.

You moved your head down and fuck, his bulge alone was big. He bit his lip looking down at you, before a chuckle at your parted lips.

‘’You do this to me, Y/N.’’ He stroked himself through his boxers, adoring hazel eyes lingering on your figure.

Without second thought, he placed your hand on his bulge, a sigh once your hand lightly rubbed through the thin restriction.

You sat up, a soft kiss on his happy trail to then fall lower, leaving kisses on his stiffened cock. Reiner couldn’t help it, twitching under your touch before stopping you, pulling off his boxers so fast you swore he would have ripped them.

It was so.. Pretty. Pink tip, veins popping and oh, it was curved. The thought of it hitting just the right spots made your pussy clench in excitement as you looked up at him.

Without warning Reiner kissed you, it was hungry, greedy. Barely even actually kissing you on the lips as his hand slid down your stomach right to your cunt. He teased at your clit, whines that only drove him to want more.

He chuckled before pulling off, his index finger at your opening as his thumb rubbed circles on your swollen clit.

‘’Can I?’’ Only a simple nod though, he didn’t seem pleased.

‘’I need you to tell me, please?’’

His desperation made your heart flutter, ‘’Yes, please keep going Reiner–’’

He dipped his finger in your wet cunt, a groan as it tightened on his hand, slowly thrusting it inside you.

‘’So– wet . .’’ He smiled, yet all you did was whine and moan, looking the blonde in the eyes as he played with you.

‘’I’m gonna add another, hm?’’ His voice sent chills down your spine, your back arching as he added his middle finger, hitting that spongy spot that was oh too familiar.

‘’Fuck– keep going–’’ You whined as he obliged happily, hitting your g-spot as if its all he knew where to hit; you were close to cumming, a hand gripping his bicep as a warning.

You let out such a filthy moan, causing both yours and Reiners faces to heat up in embarrassment as you came, him assisting in driving out your climax.

Once you finally were finished Reiner slipped his hand away, staring down at your sweaty naked body.

‘’I hope you enjoyed Y/N.’’ He smiled down at you till you held his hand.

‘’Please– fuck me . .’’ The words were so lewd, causing you to get nervous though, he was the same.

He stared into your eyes before asking, ‘’You sure?’’

‘’Yes, just please . . I want you’’

He nodded before gripping your waist, positioning himself at your entrance with a deep breath.

‘’Alright, i’m gonna push it in . .’’

And he did just that, a throaty moan from the blonde as your back arched, it was curved just right.

He was fully inside, starting to do slow strokes as he twitched inside you, trying to keep his moans to a lower volume.

‘’So good– fuck I should’ve done this ages ago . .’’ He threw his head back, her grip on your waist tightening.

As he got used to the feeling he gave longer stroke, slamming into your cunt as the most pornographic moan escaped your lips, causing a blush to form on your face as you whined at the movements.

‘’You’re doing so well . .’’

His words caused a clench, making his movements slow, digging his face into the crook of your neck.

‘’I'm close baby . . So close–’’ He quickened his pace, breathing into your ear just as he was on the edge.

‘’Fuck Reiner–’’ You meweled as you both were on the edge, one last thrust before you creamed on his cock, mixing with how good he filled you.

‘’Fuck–’’ He gripped your back before rolling over, leaving you on top of his chest as you both too a moment to catch a breath.

‘’That was– amazing . .’’ He cooed, rubbing circles on your back as you only hummed in response, a yawn.

‘’I hope you know– we’ll have to study next time, Y/N..’’

‘’Just let me– enjoy this . . .’’ You whined, a chuckle as he smiled and thought.

Aren’t I lucky?

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levmada · 2 years

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Congrats on 1k! Can I request a canon verse fic with Reiner and the prompt "I haven't laughed like this in a long time", please?

i most certainly did not listen to no surprises by radiohead on repeat while i wrote this! thank u for requesting i did not cry while writing it either<33

content/warnings: mid-timeskip, Soldier!Reader, Reiner is a sweetie ok, implied depression

wc: ~.6k

When you finally managed to scrounge up some time from your military duties to go see Reiner, you were surprised to see his little cousin whip open the front door instead.

Gabi whips open the door, and shouts your name with glee. "You finally got time off!?"

"In the middle of a war?" you laugh. "Barely. It's good to see you, but is um, Reiner around...?"

You worry she might get the wrong idea, that you're here for only Reiner, but truth be told he's a big reason. It's not just that you two have spent too much time exchanging nothing but letters: you don't think he's been doing well lately.

Gabi's lips part. "As a matter a' fact, he is! Follow me."

Her voice turns hushed after you pass by Reiner's mother, and ascend the stairs. They whine underneath your steps.

"Truthfully? I dunno if he's been doing okay. He's kinda..."

"Distant?" you finish.

Gabi turns uncharacteristically solemn. "Yeah. That."

At the start of the hallway, Gabi shoots you a thumbs-up before bounding back down the stairs with that same little smile she always wears, the bob holding her hair bouncing along.

That's some important info. You store it for later and knock.

"Reiner?" you call when you hear only a soft shuffling. "It's me."

The door pinches open, but just slightly. His voice is like gravel. "This is uh, a surprise."

"Is it?" you quip. "I've been trying to get time off for a while, but I guess I could—"

"No!" he exclaims, then quickly collects himself. "D-Don't go."

The door gently whines open to a disheveled Reiner, skinnier than the last time you saw him, dressed in his bedclothes.

"I've missed you," he says.

You decide not to ask how he's doing at the last second. Both your suspicions and Gabi were right that he's been suffering through something horrible, yet invisible. No question, it has to do with that island.

You want to talk about it, to understand. But Reiner doesn't seem in the mood for that.

"I've missed you, too," you reply, stepping forward and bringing him into your embrace. He tenses at first, not even moving, before his hands finally settle on the small of your back, and his shoulders droop.

"I've missed you," he says again, softer. "Too much. I'm-I'm sorry, I should've written back more."

Your tone is the same. "Don't worry, there's always the future."

He's quiet at that.

"Can I come in?" you ask, pulling away.

As if he forgot something terribly important, his hazel eyes widen, and he stammers to step back. "Right, of course. I could get you something to drink?"

"Really, it's fine," you laugh. "I have everything I need right here."

Reiner laughs at that, and follows you to the small table and chairs near his dresser, which is almost as disheveled as him.

"You're not alone." He rubs his face. "How're things in the East?"

You sigh. It's nothing surprising, really. "We're winning."

Reiner snorts, and you chuckle. It's nice to see him laughing, even if the sound is a bit rough around the edges.

You quirk a brow. "You been sleeping okay?"

"Is it that obvious?" Musing, he swipes his thumb under one eye. "Damn. Yeah, no, I... I sleep better with you," he admits quietly, head downturned. "Sorry. That's forward of me to say."

Your lips press fondly. "No weirder than holding up in your room all day, right?"

Reiner snickers, a hand sliding over his mouth. You brush it off and give him a kiss, and he grins further. A pink blush blooms across his cheeks.

Naturally, your smile grows into a grin, too.

“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time,” he chuckles. "Please. Stay."

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damn-stark · 2 years

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After All

Reiner Braun x reader

Requested by @lilshades “Helloo!!Hello!!! So I've got a Reiner request. What if Reiner and the Reader are exes and meet up again at the wedding of Jean and Mikasa (or any of your fav couple) Reader being the Maid of Honor and Reiner being the Best Man....BUT neither one of them know about the other presence UNTIL it's time to go to the altar and start their friends wedding???? 😀 The rest I leave to your awesome and brilliant mind....”

Warning- FLUFF, mention of alcohol use and Armin x Annie in case some of y’all don’t like that.

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Couldn’t say the dress you’re wearing is the most comfortable thing, but it’s Annie’s wedding, and you are her maid of honor, so you had to suck it up and wear it for just today.

All day….

“Why are you taking longer than I am?” Annie asks behind the door.

You open the door and let it open slowly to reveal you in the long tight light pink dress, and light makeup on your face.

Annie immediately smiles upon looking at you with a frown on your face—“you look nice,” she compliments you genuinely, “what’s the big deal?”

You walk over to the mirror at the end of the room to look at yourself in the dress. Annie follows behind you and stays behind you to watch you until you turn to face her to answer her a bit uneasy to your appearance. “I’m just not used to wearing dresses, that's all.”

You don't further the conversation about yourself and instead you study her in her white dress again, and can’t help but smile widely. “You look amazing.”

Annie hides her bright red blush by turning her head since she couldn’t hide her reaction behind her hair today, but she can’t help but smile too. “You’ve said that already.”

You huff in a lighthearted manner and walk to grab her bouquet of flowers. “Yeah well it’s true. How are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” she admits and takes the bouquet from you. “Very nervous. I’ve never felt this nervous in my life.”

“It's normal,” you reassure her softly. “I bet Armin might be more nervous than you though. He doesn’t do well in situations like these, but for his sake he better toughen up.”

Annie exhales deeply and begins to follow behind you as you walk out the room to finally head to the chapel across the street.

“Wait,” Annie blurts before she could turn the hall to enter the main room. “I need another minute.”

You stop and turn to wait for her, seeing that she took a moment to sit down to do a few breathing exercises to calm herself down. You sit beside her and take her hand, smiling very faintly as you both look out at the chapel across the street, seeing that the doors were open, and only Mikasa waited outside for the sign to give the choir that Annie was coming to start the music.

“This is the moment…” you pause and sigh. “Your life is going to change forever. In the best way possible.”

“Maybe,” she adds out of nerves.

You scoff and giggle at her comment withlist you look over at her to counter her comment. “No, it is going to be good. You have a positive attitude about it. Besides Armin’s a good man, you’ll make each other happy.”

Annie drops her head and smiles at her bouquet of flowers in her hands. “Thanks,” she whispers before lifting her head and sharing a sweet lingering gaze. “Thank you for being here with me too.”

“Anytime,” you grin and stand up. “Now let’s go get you married.”

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There was no need to feel so nervous because you weren’t the one getting married, but knowing that people were going to watch you while you walked down the aisle to reach your spot behind Annie, made you feel like you could throw up and then run away to wait for it all to be over.

You wish you could honestly, but you were holding strong for her.

“Ready everyone?” Mikasa asks you and the other girls standing behind you.

You meet her gaze and then glance back at Annie standing behind the line to then answer Mikasa. “Only if Annie is.”

There was a second of silence before a whisper. “I’m ready.”

Mikasa smiles slightly before opening the two large wooden doors, letting the music that played and the choir that sang sound louder now that the wooden barrier wasn’t there to block the noise. You’re told to wait a moment before you can begin walking down, but it was a mistake since now that the door opened, people stood up to see Annie, meaning they were watching you now too; you could feel your stomach turning and the spit rising to your throat.

“Go,” Mikasa whispers.

You draw in a small breath and proceed to exhale slowly before you put one foot forward to slowly make your way down first.

It was going okay, all things considered, you were avoiding looking at the few guests they had, instead you looked down at Armin who seemed to be sweating like crazy but trying to cover that up by wiping it off his face with a cloth. You looked at the pink bouquet of flowers that were hanging on the side of the benches, and the white carpet rolled down the aisle for the special event. You peeked at the well dressed man that was going to marry them, and thr further you got down the more you saw of the guests, and then saw Reiner behind Armin.

He had been hidden behind the heads and bodies of the guests who stood up to watch Annie, but now that you were making your way to your own spot, you caught sight of him and he instantly saw you.

You didn’t even know he was going to be here. Yeah Reiner and Annie were comrades, but Annie tolerated so much of him, and he thinks he’s caused too much pain to everyone in Paradis, so you didn’t think he’d be here. You especially didn’t think he’d be so close behind Armin, Reiner seemed to be his best man….

Which wasn’t surprising considering how Armin is, he probably didn’t want to choose between Connie or Jean so he went with the safer option so neither man could get offended. It’s understandable.

Nevertheless, Reiner was there, in a black suit that was well fitted on his body, but not around his biceps; the material fit him too tight, you could see how he flexed his muscle upon seeing you. But it wasn’t a bad look, he didn’t look bad in a suit at all actually, he looked very handsome, very elegant. Then again not a day has gone by where you didn’t think he looked nice and handsome.

It’s been five years since you’ve seen him. It’s been five years since you broke up because you didn’t desire to be in Marley anymore, and couldn’t handle all those political meetings you all needed to attend to discuss peace after the war ended. He came to Paradis when your friends returned home, but you didn’t see him, the moment you were close he had left for the boat just five minutes before.

It’s been so long, yet, not a year has gone by where you stopped loving him. You missed him, your heart ached for him every single day.

You wonder did he feel the same?

Yes, you saw how baffled he looked when you locked eyes, but that could mean anything really.

Maybe he never wanted to speak to you, or he just felt nothing but platonic feelings for you now after five years. Maybe he has a partner at home.

Annie, nor Pieck have mentioned anything about him having a partner, but then again why would they? They knew your feelings for him never died, so they probably were saving you from the pain.

Then again Annie would’ve said something after reading it on a letter from someone from her home town after these two years that have passed. She wouldn't keep that to herself, she’s too straightword, and you are her dearest friend, so she wouldn't keep such news a secret.

So maybe he didn’t have anyone. But still, did he still feel the same love for you like how you felt for him? You need to know because as you saw him on that altar, in that suit, with those sweet golden eyes of his, and that soft look he carried, it felt like you could melt. whatever nerves you felt for being seen and judged, disappeared since his presence alone still brought you comfort. Now all the nerves you felt were butterflies in your stomach and the rapid beating of your heart that beat solely for him.

Now your eagerness to leave this chapel was to talk to him and figure everything out in hopes there was a sign that he felt a spark of something. You hoped with your whole heart that he still felt something.

And that’s all you could think about throughout the entire ceremony, Reiner and your hope. Everytime you met each other’s gaze, or stole glances at each other when neither was looking throughout the ceremony, your hope intensified.

That fear also let fear begin to sneak itself in your heart too though. Fear that he woudlnt feel a thing and you’d just be heart broken.

Maybe it was your fault for getting your hopes and being delusional, but you couldn’t help it. You loved Reiner. Now you know that more than ever.

Hopefully it’s not too late.

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“A refill please,” you tell the bartender as you push your cup towards him.

He reaches before he speaks. “Of course.” He turns away and does as he’s told, letting you wait at the bar.

“I remember a time where you couldn’t even smell alcohol.” You hear Reiner say behind you, making your body stiffen where you stood so he had to stop beside you so you could see him. “Now, it seems you’re—”

“You can’t judge me,” you cut him with a faint smirk as you turn your head to meet his gaze. “We’ve been through a lot. If alcohol is an acquaintance of mine, you can’t judge me.”

Reiner chuckles and watches you receive your drink whilst he responds. “Well as long as you can’t live without one another then it’s okay.”

You take a sip of your drink and hum when you put it down.

Reiner sighs and turns on his side to lean his body on the bar before he continues to change the subject in a different tone of voice. “You look very beautiful.”

Your eyes shift to him and you feel your entire face burn and your heart skip a beat as the butterflies in your stomach intensified, mixing the alcohol in your system. “Uh,” you try to respond as if unaffected. “Thank you.” You turn your body to face him with a faint smile. “I remember a time when you couldn’t even compliment me without turning bright red. Times have changed.” You lift your drink in your hand as if making a toast with him. “Cheers to that.”

Reiner looks down for a split second to smile wider and then returns his gaze to you to go along with you. “Cheers to the good change.”

Your smile widens and your eyes drift to your drink. You would’ve brought up the subject about the feelings that hadn’t changed, but you were too afraid to bring it up and risk being rejected because at least right now you’re friends. Who knows, maybe telling him that you still loved him would just change things in a bad way.

However….

“About change,” he cautiously brings up as he keep his eyes on you. “One thing that hasn’t changed is…” he pauses and exhales deeply before continuing. “My feelings for you.”

Once again your body stiffens, this time it feels as if your heart is frozen in place too. And the feelings in your stomach also seem to mix a lot more.

“Uh,” you mutter and set your drink down. “Really?”

Reiner scoffs lightheartedly and pushes himself to stand straight up to motion out to where you could speak in peace without any background noise from the party.

You leave your drink behind and follow him out, taking a peek at Annie who caught you in that instant but didn’t try to question a thing.

“I know it’s been five years since we last talked but,” he pauses again and makes sure to stop under a large tree that was a bit far from the party so his voice could be heard clearly by you, so you wouldn’t miss a thing he could confess. “I want to tell you that nothing has changed.” He sees that you had stopped a bit far from him and slowly steps towards you with a very sweet assuring look on his face. “You may have moved on but if there’s a possibility of you still feeling at least a fraction of what you felt then I will fight for you. For us, because I haven’t stopped loving you for a single minute, hour, day or year that has gone by.” He smiles softly and when he’s close enough he grabs your cheeks.

His hands were a bit cold and rough, but none of that mattered, all you cared about were his words. That confession you were afraid you’d only hear in your dreams.

“So tell me, y/n,” Reiner continued in a soft whisper since he didn’t need to project his voice loud since he stood so close to you. “Do you feel the same? Do you want to try and be happy together? It doesn’t have to be forever if you don’t want to, but if we can try for as long as you want.”

His words leave you completely speechless, so all you manage is tears, a huff of air and a nod with a grin on your face.

Reiner beams at you and leans forward to take you in for a soft and passionate kiss. You melt in his arms and can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck to push him as close as you possibly can.

He doesn’t complain and just smiles at you when you pull away for a second. He didn’t need to hear a verbal answer, he knew what you felt with that shared kiss under that green tree that stood far from the party.

After all he knows you more than anyone else ever could.

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aigenfandoms · 9 months

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Another Funky AI FanFic

All characters and scenarios are randomized

All writing is completed by an AI program

Characters: Reiner Braun & Jean Kirstein

Me doing this really helps me find different ships that I didn’t think existed

Im so excited for the next part for AoT tho

Reiner can do whatever he wants to me

Scenario: Late Night Walk before the rumbling

Moonlit Confessions

They walked side by side, the only sounds being the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant howl of the wind. The moon's silver glow illuminated their faces, casting long shadows that danced with every step they took.

"Can you believe we're here?" Jean finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and bitterness. "After everything we've been through, we're still fighting for survival."

Reiner glanced at him, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and determination. "Yeah, it's hard to wrap my head around sometimes. But we have to keep going, Jean. We owe it to everyone who's fought and died."

Jean's gaze hardened, and he turned to face Reiner, his frustration evident in his voice. "Speaking of those who died... Marco. You were there, Reiner. You saw what happened, and you didn't do anything to stop it. He died because of you."

Reiner's eyes dropped to the ground, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He had carried the guilt of Marco's death for years, the memory of that fateful night haunting him relentlessly. "I know, Jean. I can never make up for what I did, or for what I didn't do. It's a burden I'll carry for the rest of my life."

Jean's anger began to waver as he looked at Reiner's pained expression. He knew firsthand the weight of guilt and regret, and the bitterness in his heart started to melt away.

They continued walking in silence for a while longer before Reiner finally stopped, his gaze fixed on the moon above. "Jean, there's something I need to tell you."

Jean turned to him, curiosity and surprise in his eyes. "What is it?"

Reiner took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with vulnerability. "I've kept this hidden for so long, but I can't hold it back any longer. Jean, I... I care about you more than I ever realized. Through all the battles, the pain, and the mistakes, you've been a constant in my life. You challenge me, you make me question things, and you've shown me what it means to be truly strong."

Jean's gaze softened, his heart beginning to race as he processed Reiner's confession. "Reiner..."

"I know I don't deserve forgiveness," Reiner continued, his eyes never leaving Jean's. "But I want you to know that my feelings for you are genuine. I don't expect you to forgive me for what I've done, but I needed you to know the truth."

Tears welled up in Jean's eyes as he reached out to place a hand on Reiner's arm. "Reiner, I... I don't know what to say."

Reiner's lips curled into a small, sad smile. "You don't have to say anything, Jean. I just needed you to know."

They stood there, bathed in the moonlight, their emotions swirling between them like a gentle breeze. The weight of their pasts, their regrets, and their unspoken feelings hung in the air, creating a bond that transcended their roles as soldiers.

As the night grew darker, they turned their gaze toward the walls, a shared determination burning in their eyes. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, finding strength in their newfound connection and the hope for a better future.

And in that quiet moment, beneath the watchful eyes of the moon, Reiner and Jean found solace in each other's company, ready to continue their fight with renewed purpose and a heart-to-heart that had been a long time coming.

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chrollohearttags · 1 month

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I am salivating at the idea of jock!reiner, who everybody is intimidated by. Not so much because he’s a bully or has a mean streak but his stature. His physique alone is enough to ward off anyone..broad shoulders, six foot four, three hundred and thirty pounds of pure muscle and incredible strength.. but for those who know him, he’s nothing more than a gentle giant. As docile as they come and the sweetest guy you’d ever meet. Some would even describe him as a bit naive or gullible at times. His kindhearted nature, some believed, would be his downfall. Even so, that doesn’t stop the guys he plays football with from watching themselves when they see you come into the room…arm latched onto his as you two navigate through the party his team was hosting that night. A get together for newly recruited first draft picks for the NFL. He was proud to be attending and with the most beautiful woman nonetheless. It was far more laid back, and a pool party nonetheless..so naturally, when you came strutting through the courtyard; white bikini and fishnets covering your decadent skin and curvy frame, a belly button ring glistening from your tummy with your stretch marks on display, curls coiled atop your head, heels strapped around your smooth legs and white toes to match, everyone’s eyes was adverted onto you. As is his. He’s always gushing over his lady and it’s easy to see why. You’re always wearing revealing outfits and dressing provocatively. Titties out, ass always showing and never covering up regardless of the conditions. He never really pays it any mind but it’s not until one day that his friends pose the question: “you don’t have a problem with your girl dressing like that?” And with the widest smirk on his face, your man simply shrugs, and replies just as calmly:

“..not at all.”

mainly because he knows that no matter how many wandering eyes watch you or how many whispers he gets about your appearance…he’s the only one with the honor of getting to strip you out of said ensembles. The only one who gets to grope you from behind with those large hands and circulate his fingers on your clit as he marks your neck with kisses. He’s the one person who can make you come twice in a matter of mere minutes. And he’s certainly the only one with the privilege of getting to glide in between your thighs, bending you over with a hand laced around your throat as your colliding bodies stand before a mirror and his cock thrashing around inside of you..your juices dripping all down his pelvis and shaft as he forces you into an orgasm because the tip of his dick is perfectly stabbing at your sensitive core. “I’m the only one that can make this pussy squirt like this, isn’t that right, baby? The only person who can make you feel this good..” fish hooking those large digits into your mouth as he tugs you back with those plump ass cheeks clapping against him. “Yes daddy, this is your pussy..”

no need to be insecure over what’s rightfully yours <3

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 1 month

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NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

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lolitakirstein · 4 months

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Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness.

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him. The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle.

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him.

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep.

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning.

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mochimooon · 6 months

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DTF Only - aot x reader 18+ masterpost and prologue - complete!

Summary: Barely twenty-four hours after getting dumped by your now ex-boyfriend, Colt, your best friends are quick to conspire your next course of action: slutting yourself out on Tinder. Prologue word count: 1k+ Notes: Welcome to the world of online dating, featuring the men of AoT !! This was a project I started back in September, loosely based on my own (and my best friend's) weird encounters with online dating. Lighthearted, smutty, not to be taken seriously, this fic is pure crack. Although it does have a plot, it's not necessary to read every chapter if you just want to skip to your favorite AoT guy (each chapter is linked). Also, all characters (except two) are written to be in their early 30s. Lastly, the headers used don't directly depict what actually happens in the fics. Afab! reader using she/her pronouns Warnings: smut in every chapter (except prologue), explicit content, explicit language, lots of casual sex (more warnings included per chapter), mild Colt-bashing available to read on ao3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Happy Hour — Porco Galliard Out of Towner — Reiner Braun Let's Experiment — Connie Springer Girl Dinner — Jean Kirstein DTF — Zeke Jaeger Tinder Whore — Eren Jaeger Super Like — Levi Ackerman taglist: @moonmalice @daisynik7 @theragethatisdesire @squidalapobre @arlerts-angel @shepnicolo @porples-blog @jeanboyjean @fictional-d-supremacy

“Time to enter the hoe phase.”

Pieck’s eyes light up in Ymir’s direction, and together they turn to you with mischievous grins.

Barely twenty-four hours after getting dumped by your now ex-boyfriend, Colt, your best friends are quick to conspire your next course of action: slutting yourself out on Tinder.

It feels like a movie. Meeting up with your girlfriends on a Saturday night for overpriced margaritas (on them thankfully) to catch up and console you as you process the breakup.

The only difference between you and those heartbroken women on screen is that you don’t know how to feel. You’re not sad, you’re not happy, you’re indifferent.

Three years together you and Colt had settled into a routine. He lived an hour away, but you both put in the effort to see each other. You don’t know when things turned stagnant, only that the spark had fizzled a long time ago. The phone calls and visits became forced, and the sex…

“You’re single now,” Ymir explains, crunching on a tortilla chip. “Got to make up for lost time. Didn’t you say Colt was too stiff in bed?”

Heat blazes beneath your skin. “I never said that.”

Colt was not stiff in bed. He was selfless, ready to please, prioritizing your needs first before he got in his kicks. You liked having sex with him, didn’t need the grandeur to enjoy it—

Ymir and Pieck deadpan in your direction. Without further rebuttal, you fall speechless, and to your friends that’s as good as a confession.

You hate them (you don’t). You hate that they’re right.

Although the sex did the job, it lacked the passion that was once there when you two first started dating a lifetime ago. Eventually you grew a little bored. It became repetitive, lackluster even, that you were only half-satisfied by the end of each session. To feed your sexual appetite, you resorted to your vibrator more and more, a toy that you had initially purchased for you and Colt to use together.

“Anyways…” Ymir drawls. “He’s history and so is the vanilla sex. Now, you can let your inner sex fiend out.”

You roll your eyes “You mistake me for someone else.”

Ymir snorts, leveling you with a knowing look. “Yeah right. You weren’t a Puritan before you met Colt. If online dating was more of a thing back in our twenties, you would have been kicking and slipping every night of the week, more than you already were.”

Your skin heats up again, burning the tips of your ears. Sure, in your twenties, you were what some would call ‘floozy’ in nature back then. In your defense, you were a university student, out on your own, and you were definitely not the only person partaking in hookup culture. Now, at thirty, with how normalized it is, you know you’re not the last one either. If anything, being in a relationship these days is more of an anomaly.

“Not judging you for your relationship by the way,” Pieck says as a buffer. “Colt’s a nice guy, but he did water you down, you stopped coming out—”

You turn to her. “It’s because—”

“He’s a lightweight, yeah, yeah,” Ymir supplies, bored. “You were too much for him. You’re fun, and Colt?” Ymir’s dark eyes go into orbit. “—snooze.”

As much as you’d like to defend your ex-boyfriend’s honor, your mind draws a blank.

“His loss.” Pieck licks the rim of her margarita glass.

Ymir crunches on another chip, smiling wryly. “Back to my genius idea: Tinder. You’ll have so many options now. You don’t need to find your next boyfriend on it, just meet new people and be down to fuck only."

She says it so simply, but you can’t help feeling like there’s a catch.

“There’s no better place to explore sexual freedom than on Tinder,” Pieck says. “Scope out the market, see what you’ve been missing out on.”

You take a hearty sip of the margarita, lip curling. “I don’t even know how to date anymore.”

Pieck tuts. “No one does. There’s no formula either. Tinder requires an open mind, if you overthink it, then you’re not doing it right.”

“It’s about getting to know yourself better while also getting laid. It’s a win-win,” Ymir says. “There’s nothing for you to lose, only gain.”

You raise a brow. “Doesn’t that seem…wrong? We just broke up.”

Pieck blinks, lowering her margarita. “Do you think Colt’s just sulking around?”

You shake your head. “No, that’s not what I mean. He can go on dates, I guess. It’s just that it feels so new and so soon.”

As you hear yourself, you realize how unsure you sound. Since Colt dumped you, it’s pointless to expect that he’d waste any time before diving back into the dating pool. If that’s what he’s doing, you’re not bothered by it. And the guilt you expect to feel for considering an idea like online dating is nowhere to be seen either.

Perhaps it’s your way of making sense of why you feel so…nonchalant about the whole thing. Is there a politically or morally correct way to behave after a break-up?

“Of course not!” Ymir says with a lighthearted scoff. “The second you become a free agent, you can do whatever and whoever you want. Emphasis on the ‘free’ part.”

She’s right, you suppose.

Ymir takes your brief silence to further argue her idea. “The whole point is to have fun, no strings. If you’re not going to wallow, then get out there and be a hoodrat."

Pieck laughs, and you feel the mood lighten.

It’s not a bad idea. You’re still not sure how to process the break-up. You’re not hurt, but you are in this limbo of where to go from here. Carry on like normal? Cry? Neither align with your state of mind.

You’re not hard to convince, reaching for your phone and downloading the app. “Let’s see what’s up.”

A look passes between your friends that could only be described as impish. You bite back the urge to roll your eyes and set up your profile.

After Pieck and Ymir guide you on what to add to your bio, what you’re looking for, help you pick out the best selfies etc., the true fun begins.

In the beginning it’s awkward, reading and checking a person’s pictures and deem whether he you want to talk to them. But it doesn’t take long for you to ease into it.

The coaxing and the margarita might have played roles, but after a few profiles, it becomes an addiction.

Swiping one after another, skimming through varying profiles (a lot of them have their height included), questionable choices of selfies (many shirtless at the gym), it’s all a rush that the three of you had far too much fun crowding over your phone that night.

“Why does he have a screenshot of his credit score?” Pieck balks.

“No fucking way, that guy’s in a diaper?” Ymir’s eyes go wide. “This one says he and his wife want to be a throuple.” You swipe left.

At some point, you do swipe right on a couple of profiles, purely based on their looks, hardly giving their bios a proper onceover.

At the end of the night, you’re past the point of tipsy, tired, but pleased to have had a fun night with your best friends. As you doze off in bed that night, your phone lights up with several new notifications on your nightstand.

#aot x reader #aot fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #porco galliard x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #reiner braun x reader #connie springer x reader #jean kirstein x reader #eren jaeger x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #eren yeager x reader #zeke yeager x reader #aot smut #mochi-writings #dtf only series

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b3-with-you · 2 years

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as beautiful as ever pt.2

Pairing: Reiner Braun x fem!reader

Summary: Upon learning of Hange’s plan to kill Eren, y/n objects to its treachery as she reminisces the good and bad of her past, as well as all the pain that came with it.

Warnings: season 4 spoilers; swearing; descriptions of dead bodies, trauma, angst; mentions of suicide/self harm, slight gore; self blame; part 2/?

Word Count: 2.9k+

Notes: part two is finally up !! ty so much for all the support on the first part i hope yall enjoy this one just as much :D ngl almost cried writing this like wtf this shit just hit different dawg

masterlist.

pt.1

Year 849 ; Cadet Corps Training Camp

“You ever wonder what’s out there?” y/n asked, looking up at the stars. “Outside the walls?”

Reiner tensed up at the question. Quite the opposite actually, I always wondered what was in the walls. Glancing at y/n, he furrowed his eyebrows as he examined her reclined figure. The two had ditched dinner together and instead snuck out some food to bring with them on the rooftop. A frequent activity for the duo.

The rooftop had always been y/n’s safe space. It was a way for her to get away from the world, from all her problems and misery and...life. It didn’t take long for her to realize that it was Reiner’s too.

The first time it happened was the three year anniversary of the fall of Wall Maria. It had been a hard day of training, especially since Commander Keith was feeling crankier than usual, the cadets’ somber mood not helping his case. Everything wrong happened at all the wrong times and y/n had just had enough.

She snuck out that night, and to her surprise, she was met with a blonde haired boy looking to forget the world.

“You stole my spot,” y/n had announced, startling the boy. She took a seat next to him, her legs dangling at the edge. “Didn’t know anyone else came up here.”

That was the beginning. The beginning of late night talks, and shooting each other smiles from across the room, and glancing at each other when the other wasn’t looking. That was the beginning of Reiner and y/n. Friends. Just friends.

“Sometimes,” he muttered.

“Wanna know what I think?” y/n asked, her focus still on the night sky. “I think there are still people out there.”

Reiner pulled his gaze away from her as the familiar feeling of guilt started to bubble in his stomach. He was a coward, and a liar. He didn’t deserve y/n’s friendship, not when he knew exactly what was going to happen to her. Not when he was the one who caused her to lose her home, her family. It wasn’t fair. Not to him and definitely not to her.

“Somehow somewhere in a distant land far away, there’s another wall. And another and another and it goes on and on, and all of humanity is just hiding behind those walls. Too ignorant- or too scared- to realize that they’re not alone.”

She glanced up at Reiner, immediately being met with his hazel eyes. Even in the dark, they still shined so brightly. She sat up, subtly moving closer to the boy sat next to her.

“I mean, c’mon, you’re telling me that this whole planet is just absolutely covered in titans and then there’s us in our little walled off circle just chilling? No way,” y/n exclaimed, “there has to be someone out there. Anyone. You know?”

“Yeah,” Reiner chuckled, a soft smile appearing on his face, “I know.”

y/n pulled her legs to her chest, letting out a sigh as she observed the scenery before them. As dreary as it seemed, it was home. The dirty raggedness of the cliffs making shadows in the moonlight; the old wooden structures, musty yet warm; the rocky mountains in the distance, pulling y/n to want more, to need more. It was beautiful.

She was beautiful. As beautiful as ever. There was a slight pout on her face as her head rested on her knees, a sign of the gears turning in her brain. He liked that about her- the way she thought about things.

Reiner would sometimes imagine telling her his secret; imagine the look on her face, the words she would say. He always thought she would understand. That underneath all the anger and pain, she would still somehow understand. Because that’s who she was. She was compassionate and kind and everything a devil wasn’t. She wasn’t the monster- the disgrace- that Reiner had been taught about, she was y/n.

“I think everybody’s hiding behind a wall,” y/n continued, her voice soft. “They just can’t find a way out.”

And maybe they don’t want to.

Present Day ; a forest within the Walls

“If we do this, we’ll be leading our friends- our people- to their deaths,” y/n argued, “we’d be traitors.” The girl glared at Reiner as the last word slipped from her mouth, her venomous tone very obviously directed at the blonde. “Makes us no better than them,” she mumbled, prying her eyes away.

“I’m not gonna let Eren commit genocide. We have a responsibility to do something, and if we ignore that responsibility,” Hange said, “that’s what makes us no better than them.”

y/n clenched her jaw, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to straighten her thoughts. This was Eren they were talking about. The boy who used to share rations with her, who helped her with her nightmares, who stood by her through everything. Eren was their friend. And now they were planning on killing him.

Shaking her head, she looked at her friends for help, desperate to have someone on her side, but everyone had averted their gaze to avoid her pleading eyes. She wasn’t surprised, but for some reason her heart still ached. She knew she was wrong, hell she had no idea why she was defending Eren. He was the one who betrayed them, and even if he was trying to protect them, what he was doing was wrong. But she was just so tired.

Nine years. Nine years of her life being anything but normal. And it was all because of them- Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie. They flipped her world upside down when they destroyed those walls. She was sick of fighting and sacrificing and that constant horrible feeling in her gut that something bad was going to happen. She could only deal with so much loss.

She still remembers the way the light disappeared from Sasha’s eyes that night, the way her body fell limp on the floor, the never ending bleeding that just went on and on and on; how throughout the whole ride home, she was just cuddled up next to Mikasa with tears pouring down her face as they grieved for their friend. And every time she’s closed her eyes since then, all she could see was Sasha lying there bleeding out.

Dying. Dead.

She was haunted by the screams of her family as they were smothered by boulders, the wrenching sound of a person being eaten and torn alive, the deformed bodies of her comrades dismembered by hungry titans. She still remembers Erwin Smith’s sullen face as his guts spilled out of a gaping hole in his abdomen.

And she still remembers the boy on the rooftop, his hazel eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She had put so much trust in him, told him things that she never thought she would say out loud. And in a single moment, the man she thought she knew was just gone. Replaced by a traitor.

“This is ridiculous,” y/n muttered, taking a seat on a log.

“Oi, brat, you’re acting like a child,” Levi piped up from his position on the cart.

y/n scoffed, feeling her temper finally get the best of her. “Am I not one?” she exclaimed, “I’m 19, for God’s sake, but I guess we just live in a world where we send twelve year olds to fight a war for us. Kill count of five by the age of 15? Fuck that, Levi.”

Standing up, y/n stormed off towards the thick forest, her face overheating with anger.

“y/n-” Levi started, realizing how much he screwed up.

“Don’t,” Reiner interrupted.

Levi scowled under his bandages as he turned his focus to the blonde. Reiner’s face was stoic and his eyes were fixated on the fire in front of him. His tone had been demanding, as if he was threatening the older man, but his body language seemed cool and collected. It made Levi curious.

Unbelievable, he thought, four years and he still hasn’t lost feelings.

It’s not like it was a secret. As newly recruited Scouts, it seemed as if everyone in the regiment knew about Reiner and y/n’s little crush on each other. Well, everyone except the two.

Levi had hated the idea at first. With everything he’s been through, he was taught that love could only mean weakness, and that wasn’t something the Scouts could afford. But then he realized how hard the two fought for each other; how instead of weakness, it gave them strength. Even after Reiner had revealed his true intentions, that pain and heartbreak only drove y/n more. She became a weapon.

“Tsk,” Levi turned his gaze away from the man and closed his eyes. Young love.

Sighing, Reiner stood up and headed towards the direction y/n had gone. He knew he shouldn’t and that he was probably the last person she wanted to see right now, but it seemed as if his body had a mind of his own. It was like an instinct, as if he was being pulled by an invisible string forcing him to follow her, to make sure she was okay.

As y/n found herself in a clearing, she brought her hands to her face, wiping away the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. Fuck Levi and fuck Eren and fuck this whole fucking world.

“You okay?” The voice broke y/n out of her thoughts as she immediately recognized its owner. Slightly turning her head, she glared at the boy through her peripheral vision, the once subsiding anger slowly rising up again.

“Don’t act like you care, Reiner,” y/n spat, hating the way his name felt on her tongue.

“I do care.”

“Really?” y/n turned around, steam fuming from her ears. “‘Cause if you cared you wouldn’t have killed Marco or manipulated Ymir or betrayed your friends! If you cared, you wouldn’t have- you wouldn’t have-” y/n stopped, unable to form the right words. Left me? Led me on?

Made me fall in love with you?

With an exasperated sigh, y/n shook her head, turning away to hide her watering eyes from the man.

“Just leave me alone,” she begged, her voice straining. “Please.”

Closing her eyes, she finally let the tears fall as she held back the sob that threatened to erupt from her lips. She couldn’t handle it anymore. She couldn’t handle him anymore- the way he still looked at her like she was his whole world, the exhaustion in his eyes that just made her want to hug him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. She couldn’t handle the ache in her heart every time she saw his face, or heard his voice, or someone mentioned his name.

She hated how everything reminded her of what once was. She hated how even after all these years, she still remembers that first night they spent together on the rooftop. She still remembers telling him her dreams, sharing her nightmares, laughing until the sun came up. Fuck. Fuck you, Reiner Braun.

And as the wounds on y/n’s heart reopened, so did Reiner’s, because if there was anyone in the whole world who hated Reiner Braun more than y/n was Reiner himself.

It made tears prick his eyes and bile regurgerate up his throat. It made his lungs constrict and it made him, with his whole being, want to carve out his insides and chop them up into little pieces. Because as much as y/n made him want to live, she made him want to die even more.

She was the girl who made his stomach do flips and his heart skip beats. She engulfed him in her presence, showering everything she touched with a grace like no other. She gave him a reason to keep going because despite all the darkness in the world, she had managed to show him the light. She made him believe in good again.

And yet every time he looked at her- every time he heard the hatred in her voice- all he could see were the things he did wrong. The faces of everyone he’s killed, everyone he’s hurt. She was a walking reminder of the evil lurking inside him, and that maybe- deep down- he really was a monster.

His mistakes- no, he wouldn’t call them that; they weren’t mistakes, they were choices. Reiner chose to do what he did, and there was nobody else to blame, not his superiors or the Marleyans, but him. He had so many chances to stop, to be good, but he didn’t.

He kept on going when Marcel died and when he saw the utter destruction he caused at Shiganshina. He kept on going after killing Marco and he kept on going even after he realized that these so called island devils weren’t really devils after all.

He should’ve told y/n the truth that night on the rooftop, about what it was like outside those walls. He should’ve told her what she got wrong and what she got right, and she did get parts right.

Because all his life, Reiner Braun had been hiding behind a wall. And for the longest time, he didn’t want to find a way out. He didn’t have a reason to.

Until he fell in love with an island devil. An island devil who, for the first time in his pathetic life, made Reiner feel like Reiner. He wasn’t a Marleyan or an Eldian or a warrior to her, he was just him.

And God, did he love being him.

Blinking away his tears, Reiner’s face reverted back to its usual phlegmatic appearance.

“y/n-”

“Can we not have this conversation right now?” y/n exclaimed, her voice slightly stronger.

Reiner softly scoffed, hoping that y/n could feel his desperate gaze burning holes in her back. “Then when?”

“Never,” y/n breathed out, finally turning to face the boy, “I don’t want to talk, Reiner. Especially not to you.”

The blonde clenched his jaw as y/n threw another blow to his already fractured heart. “You don’t mean that,” he whispered, the words barely slipping from his lips.

“And who are you to say what I mean and what I don’t?” y/n’s prior sadness had slowly been turning to annoyance. Anger, hatred, hell, she didn’t even know anymore. It was like a remote control going off in her head, surfing through the channels to find the perfect TV show. Except there was just too many shows and too many channels, so instead all she got was the sickening sound of static.

With his mouth slightly agape, Reiner turned his attention to the ground, y/n’s eyes still searing at his body. “I’m sorry.”

As the words slipped out of his mouth, a laugh escaped y/n’s throat. Out of all the things that had happened those past few days, that had to be the most ridiculous. He has to be joking.

Scoffing, y/n examined Reiner’s pitiful stance. It was unbelievable. Truly. The way he still looked like the victim. It made y/n want to punch him even more. Slowly, Reiner raised his head, immediately meeting y/n’s eyes.

“Please, y/n, let me-”

“Stop.” Any trace of laughter had disappeared from y/n’s face. “Stop, just stop. You broke me, Reiner. That day on the wall? It has got to be the worst day of my life.”

The two stared each other down, searching for any sign of...something in the other’s eyes. They didn’t know what they were looking for. Care? Hatred? Love? They just wanted the truth.

“I trusted you. I really did,” y/n said, blinking back tears. Shaking her head, she finally looked away from his burning gaze, pushing past him to head back to the camp. “This is stupid, I shouldn’t be talking about this with you.”

“I loved you.”

y/n immediately stopped in her tracks as she felt the dam of emotions slowly start breaking down. More salt to the wound.

“Don’t say that.”

“y/n,” Reiner said turning around, “I love you.”

“Stop. Reiner, stop,” y/n said, gulping down a sob. “You can’t just say that,” she said as she turned around, “you don’t get to betray me and leave me with my heart shattered in a million pieces just to come back four years later telling me you love me. You don’t get to do that.”

y/n didn’t even try to stop the tears anymore as her vision started to get blurry from the waterfall erupting from her eyes.

“Four years and not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I did. That I don’t think about this stupid island and these stupid people who I once thought of as home,” Reiner said, his voice surprisingly stable, “not a day goes by that I don’t think about you.”

y/n bit her lip, unsuccessfully trying to keep more tears from spilling. She didn’t know what to do anymore. She couldn’t do anything anymore.

“I hate you,” she sobbed, “I hate you so much.”

As if on instinct, Reiner wrapped his arms around y/n’s shaking body, a few tears escaping his eyes. y/n’s first impulse was to get away. She shouldn’t do this, she shouldn’t want this.

“Let me go,” she muttered over and over again as she struggled under his arms; punching his chest, kicking his legs, doing anything in her power to simply get away. “I hate you, I hate you!”

And yet, he still held on. Tighter and tighter until eventually, she just melted. She fell into his embrace and just stayed there, sobbing right into his arms.

“I know, I know,” Reiner whispered into her hair.

Finally.

Home.

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𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐩-𝐢𝐧-𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 𝟑.𝟗𝐤

the walls and floor of the nightclub shook with every resounding beat of the electronic dance music, and the air charged with the infectious electricity of the crowd. the room itself was filled with a mixed stench of alcohol, sweat, and a somehow pleasantly light aroma of earth; scents that were sure to linger on your clothes for the next few laundry cycles.

in between the revolving glow of the strobe lights, reiner caught a glimpse or two of you dancing at the edge of the crowd, your body squished amongst the group of your friends as you swayed your hips to the music.

the alternating purple and blue hues of the lights cast an ethereal brilliance on your features, highlighting every perfect curve and contour as you danced the night away. and, through the alternating cycle of songs, you’d cast a teasing glance over to your husband, your eyes silently beckoning him to join you on the dance floor.

but, ever the recluse, reiner maintained his spot in the shadows of the club— preferring to stay seated in the private booth your friend group had rented out in celebration of your birthday, his legs spread far apart and body relaxed into the leather cushions while he sipped on a stiff glass of pear brandy. he preferred to watch you from afar anyway, the opportunity allowing him to truly take in and appreciate your beauty. even, after ten years of marriage, reiner continued to believe that you were the prettiest woman he had ever had the privilege to meet.

like the doting husband he was, reiner adored every one of your features— from the way you had styled your hair for the evening, to the shimmer of your glittery makeup under the club lights, to the way your body always moved flawlessly to the tempo of the music. reiner knew you were the prettiest girl in the club that night, especially with how your little black dress clung to you like a second layer of skin.

and, by recognizing how attractive you were to not only him but to other people as well, reiner made sure to stay observant of the crowd. and, while doing so, reiner was able to take note of how many men shamelessly stared at you from afar, their eyes devouring every roll of your hips, every tilt of your head as you bobbed to the beat of the music. most men knew better than to approach you though, especially since you were a part of a large group and definitely because of the glistening wedding band on your ring finger.

yet, there is always that one fool— a clueless, stupid, arrogant fool.

reiner quirked an eyebrow as a man approached you from behind, watching intensely as the man didn’t hesitate to settle his hands on your waist. you recoiled from his touch, taking a large step forward to escape his wandering fingers. yet, ever the idiot that he was, be it because of alcohol or drugs or just a lack of social conscience, the man took you as a challenge— grabbing at your wrist and tugging you back into his embrace.

unfortunately, your friends were beyond drunk to notice your dilemma, too far off in their own little worlds. reiner pressed his lips together, clutching the crystal rock glass in his hands as he watched the scene unfold. he waited for your signal before stepping in; after being together for so many years, he had learned that you could defend yourself perfectly well without his aid. he’d just have to wait patiently for your signal before making himself known.

and, within a matter of seconds, you looked over at reiner— your brows raised and jaw set, annoyance obvious on your face. and, that was all he needed to pound the rest of his drink and march over to your side. the crowd around the edge scattered away like bugs under a flashlight, providing enough disruption to grab your harasser’s attention.

"what's going on?" reiner's baritone voice boomed in your ear over the blasting music, his presence casting a dominating shadow over you and the other man.

"this fucker won't leave me alone," you relayed to reiner, side-eyeing the man as he fidgeted in his spot. reiner was at least a foot taller than him; the man was far too slim and flimsy to pose any threat to his or your well-being. if reiner really wanted to, he could probably snap the man like a twig with just his pointer finger and thumb. as a matter of fact, the idea didn't seem too bad given the circumstance.

"came over here trying to sweet talk me or something," you continued, your arms wrapping loosely around reiner's waist. reiner ducked his head to hear you better, his eyes narrowing at the embarrassed man across from him. "told him i had a husband; he said he didn't care."

a wicked smirk tugged at reiner's lips as he glanced between you and the man, his irritation with the situation growing by the second. reiner placed a quick kiss on the side of your head before unraveling himself from your grasp, taking a single stride to cut the distance between the man and himself.

"my wife said you were bothering her," reiner towered over the man, crossing his thick arms over his burly chest. the man was definitely far from posing any challenge. reiner wouldn’t be surprised if he was pissing himself right then and there. "can't take no for a fucking answer, huh?" reiner raised an eyebrow.

the man visibly gulped, trying to remain composed under reiner's daunting gaze. "i— uh, i—" the man stuttered, either too intoxicated or too mortified to answer, most likely both.

"you— uh, you what? too much of a bitch to answer?" reiner took a step closer as he mocked the man, his chest practically pressed to the man's face. he peered down at the man with a hardened gaze, a few nearby stragglers turning their heads to witness the scene unfold. "how old are you anyway? twenty-one? twenty-two? you’re definitely a fucking kid because you’re either too young or too damn stupid to realize that you shouldn’t keep trying to fuck with a woman who’s clearly not interested in a little shit like you."

the man's adam’s apple bobbed as the situation escalated; "i was just— i just wanted to show her a good time," the man rushed out his answer in a single breath, mustering up enough courage to formulate a proper sentence. "wasn't looking for trouble, i promise. you guys have a good night."

before the man could escape, reiner grabbed at the man's shoulder, giving the muscle a tight squeeze. a crooked smile painted itself across reiner's face, "woah woah woah, where the hell are you going? you wanted to show her a good time, huh?" your husband looked over his shoulder at you, an idea already formulating in his mind. you shook your head, knowing exactly what was going on in his head. it was a bad idea. definitely a bad idea.

ignoring your disapproval, reiner looked back at the man, his smile stretching into a cheshire grin. "why didn't you just say so?" the blonde said with a long drawl.

reiner’s arm was draped around your shoulders as he led you and the man down the hallway of a hotel. after finding out that the man who had been harassing you “just wanted to show [you] a good time”, reiner had been quick to offer him the chance to prove so— immediately booking a room at a nearby hotel and ordering an uber ride to transport the three of you there. it was your birthday night after all, and how cruel would it be for your husband to deny you of a “good time”?

the entire engagement had been awkwardly silent. besides the limited conversations reiner held with the uber driver and then the hotel’s front desk agents, neither you nor the man talked— staying as far away from one another as possible given the situation.

it was borderline deranged how much reiner’s mood had changed, almost as if a light switch had been turned on that converted reiner’s usually protective, reserved persona to one that was scarily more easygoing and extroverted.

as reiner hovered the key fob over the hotel door’s lock, he glanced back at the man who was following you two around like a lost puppy— reiner’s smile widening at the sight of the faint tent appearing between the man’s legs.

the hotel room was extravagant— featuring a private balcony, a tall dresser, a couch, an office desk & chair, a massive flat-screen tv, and a king-sized bed at the center of the room. you clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes in irritation at the obviously giddy expression on your husband’s face.

“what?” reiner pecked your forehead, briefly ignoring the other person in the room. his attention solely focused on you. “he wants to show you a good time, right? i may as well set the mood right, ja?”

you chewed on the inner lining of your cheek, nerves still wavering with worry. “reiner, i don’t think—”

“shhh, liebling,” reiner captured your lips in a passionate kiss. any lingering qualms you had disappeared at the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his beard tickling your face as he deepened the kiss. his tongue slipping into your mouth, massaging all of your doubt away.

the man coughed in the distance, reiner breaking the kiss to give him some of the attention he sought. “are we going to start? or—?”

reiner tsked in annoyance. “sit.” he commanded, motioning for the man to sit down on the couch. and, the man did so without protest, his palms pressed to the top of his thighs as he waited for reiner’s next direction.

“so, you want to fuck my wife, ja?” reiner twisted you around to face the man, your eyes locked with the stranger as reiner pressed your back against his front. you could feel the warmth of reiner’s breath on the back of your neck before his nose nuzzled into the back of your head, burying his face into your hair. he inhaled the sweet aroma of your conditioner, allowing the scent to wash over him before peering back over to the man.

“you said you wanted to show her a ‘good time’? you really think you could?” goosebumps rose along your skin at reiner’s delicate touch, his fingers hooking onto the thin straps of your dress to tug the fabric down. he ducked his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of your shoulder, his eyes remaining zeroed in on the visibly flustered stranger. "come on, be honest. say it. you want to fuck my wife."

the man's eyes flickered between you and reiner, a light shiver coursing through his body as he watched reiner’s hands pull your dress further down, your breasts easily spilling out from the dress’s confines due to your lack of bra. "say it." reiner instructed.

"i want to fuck your wife."

reiner's lips stretched into a cruel smile. “do you know how long it takes to learn a woman’s body?” your husband began to lecture. “do you know how long it took me to figure out what my wife liked? where she likes to be kissed? how she likes to be fucked?”

your skin flushed with embarrassment as reiner kneaded at your breasts from behind, tugging and pinching at your sensitive nipples as he rolled the perky buds between his rough fingers. you could feel heat begin to pool between your thighs, pussy lips tingling as the air thickened with the sexual tension in the room.

the man gulped, “look, dude, i didn’t mean to offend you— or, your wife— i—”

reiner pinched your nipples harder, pulling a loud yelp out from between your lips. the man flinched in response. “halt den mund!” your husband barked, silencing the man from speaking any further. the man sank back into the couch, the weight of defeat heavy on his shoulders.

“you’re lucky i’m a kind man, a good man. my beautiful wife and i are going to give you a lesson in how to please a woman,” reiner’s german accent thickened as his voice dipped into a lower octave, his hands continuing to mindlessly knead at the soft dough of your breasts. “isn’t that right, liebling? you want to help me teach the stupid boy a lesson or two?”

you nodded your head in reply, leaning further into reiner’s possessive touch. the presence of the other man in the room seemed to fade into the back of your mind, your head becoming clouded by the naughty thoughts of what reiner could possibly be playing.

this had been the first time reiner had ever allowed another person to play a part in your intimacy; if you could even call this circumstance that. and, as embarrassed and uncomfortable as you felt in this moment, you couldn’t fight the feeling of arousal that bloomed between your thighs.

“don’t be shy, liebling,” one of reiner’s hands abandoned your tit to grasp at the hinge of your jaw, the pad of his thumb caressing your jawline. he dipped his head to nip at your ear lobe, lightly pressing his teeth into the soft cartilage before releasing. “use your words. tell the little boy you want to show him how a woman likes to get fucked.”

with your husband’s guidance, you allowed yourself to become more confident, recognizing just how much power your words held in furthering this event.

if there was going to be anyone who was in real control of how this situation was going to play out, it was going to be you. because you knew that if you told reiner to stop playing around and just kick the man out right now, he would do it without any form of protest.

“you’re going to sit there and watch,” you told the man, recognizing the pitched tent in the man’s pants. he squirmed in his spot on the couch, beads of sweat forming on his hairline. “and, you’re going to learn how to show someone a good time.”

your cheek rubbed against the silky sheets of the bed, a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and pooling into the dampened mattress beneath you. your head bobbed along with each sharp rut of reiner’s hips, his cock driving so far deep into you that you were sure you could see stars.

“mmmm, would you look at that… isn’t she just the prettiest? ” reiner purred from behind you, his hands gripping at the fat of your ass cheeks. dragging your sopping cunt back and forth along his cock, using you as if you nothing more than a simple cock sleeve. you were positive he wasn’t talking to you.

“she’s got the best pussy. so wet and warm, squeezin’ me so tight— no matter how many times i make her cream on my cock, she’s— always— milkin’— me— for— more—” reiner commented through gritted teeth, the words punctuated by each brutally restrained thrust into you.

you mewled along to his praises, arching your back deeper into the form of a crescent while raising your ass impossibly higher into the air. reiner was absolutely right— no matter how many times he made you cum, you were always left begging for more. and, he was always happy to oblige.

reiner laced his fingers around the bottom of your jaw, cupping your head gently to shift your viewpoint. your glossy eyes met the man across from you; you had learned his name at some point during this whole ordeal, yet your mind was far too clouded to recall what it was. it was something lame and forgettable, just like him.

the man squeezed at the base of his cock— his shaft veiny, slim, and far smaller than reiner’s. smaller than any other man’s you had ever seen before actually. it suited him though, it was just as feeble and pathetic.

“i still can’t believe you thought you’d get a chance to fuck my wife. what kind of a good time would you be showing her with that, hm?” reiner’s words were harsh and demeaning, the man shifting his gaze away in distress. “no no, don’t look away. you keep your eyes on her.”

and, the man did as told. whatever mortification the man felt was far less important than the pleasure he must be receiving from reiner’s cruel words, his hands continuing to boldly stroke his dick in synchronization with reiner’s pace.

reiner guided you up from your face-down position to press your back against his chest, his hand trailing down from your jaw to cup at the underside of your breast. he rolled his thumb over the puffy nipple, his cheek pressed against yours as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your gummy walls.

“you really thought you’d get the chance to touch these perfect tits? to suck and play with them?” reiner’s other hand found the purchase of your other breast, both of his large hands massaging your chest— tweaking and rubbing and squeezing your breasts in his mighty grasp. “and, you wouldn’t just stop there, right? no no, don’t lie, you wouldn’t.”

“you’d move south,” one of reiner’s hands trailed down the length of your front— ghosting over your abdomen, past your pelvis, and down to your clit. reiner rolled the tips of his fingers over the overstimulated bud, drawing loose circles and figure eights over it.

he then slotted your clit between the space of his index and middle fingers, rubbing the messy area of your inner labia as he spread your soaking folds apart. “take note, boy— this is where the clit is; do your best to remember it. you always, always, play with a woman’s clit during sex. helps them cum faster; isn’t that right, kleine?”

you whimpered in agreement, unable to find the words to reply. reiner’s fingers spread your folds to reveal the obscene sight of reiner's cock plunging in and out of you, a white ring of cream clinging to the base of his shaft.

your cunt was also coated with the cream; the skin of your thighs and outer labia glistening with the mixed layers of reiner's release, your releases, and your continuous drippings of arousal. the filthy squelching sound of reiner's cock diving into the warm depths of your cunt bouncing off the walls of the hotel room.

reiner shifted his fingers around to allow his middle finger to tap your clit, giving the bud a few light taps in between his alternating drawings of shapes and rubs. he smothered the little bud with attention, eliciting sweet moans and whines from your throat with each attentive touch.

"you like that, mein liebchen?" reiner purred into your ear, the overstimulation making your eyes cross and toes curl. reiner's eyes narrowed at the other man, his lips curling down in disgust at the sight of him openly fondling himself in front of you and reiner. "why don't you tell our little friend just how good you feel, hm? sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse."

"soo good, so fuckin' good," you whimpered, your mind drifting in and out of the state of euphoria you were currently in. you could barely bring yourself to acknowledge the other man, let alone say something to him. "ya always take care of me, rein— f-fuck, always— he treats me so soo good."

reiner gave your clit a soft pinch, stretching the sweet nub a little before releasing it. "is that right, mein schatz?" you could feel his cock nudge against the sensitive spot along your gummy walls, the knot at the pit of your stomach beginning to grow with each timed thrust into your g-spot. "gonna cum again? can feel you gettin' close, your little walls latching onto me like a vice."

"doesn't she look so pretty when she's about to cum?" your thighs began to grow numb, the coil with you beginning to unravel as your head grew light. "tell her she looks pretty." reiner commanded.

you lazily caught a glimpse of the man, barely watching as he sped up the motions of his hands to match up with your upcoming release. he wanted to reach his climax at the same time as you, wanted to cum alongside you. how sweet.

"you look so pretty—" the man through spaced words, hips bucking desperately into the air as he fucked his fist. "so pretty— ah-fuck, wanna cum with you—"

"ah, he wants t' cum, liebling," reiner whispered to you, your breaths getting heavier. you were so close, just a few more thrusts and you'd be toppling over the edge for the nth time that night. "you think he deserves to cum with you?"

"i don't care," you replied. "just wanna cum, rein— need t' cum—"

reiner's hand began to move faster, rubbing your clit in harsh swiping motion as he picked up the pace, his cock kissing at the wall of your cervix. "cum then. be a good girl—" reiner hissed. and, cum— cum all over my cock while i cum inside you."

and, you did; your orgasm knocking the very air out of your lungs. the pleasure became all too much— shattering your mind into tiny fragments as reiner spilled another load of thick, white sticky ropes into you. "that's it— take my cum, liebling— take all of it— scheiße!" he swore with accompanying guttural groans.

your body went limp in reiner's arms, completely tired and spent from the hours you had endured. you had ravaged, depleted of any more pleasure. you were desperate for a glass of water, yet you couldn't even bring yourself to move.

"now, get out," reiner instructed the man. he must have come at some point while you and reiner indulged in your pleasures, the evidence of his release being the white stains on his stomach and shirt. "don't make me say it again."

the man awkwardly shuffled to compose himself, shoving his limp cock back beneath the waistband of his jeans before adjusting his shirt. he grimaced in disgust at the droplets of cum that stained his shirt, but he knew that reiner's patience was running then and he wouldn't be given the luxury to properly clean himself up.

the hotel door slammed shut behind him, the loud click of the lock echoing through the room. once you were completely alone, reiner retracted his cock from inside you— fat globs of his load dripping out of your sore entrance and making a mess on the comforter.

"let's get you all cleaned up," reiner helped you to lay down on your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before walking away. he came back with a damp washcloth, thoroughly cleaning your folds and inner thighs of any bodily fluids.

"was that okay?" he asked, a faint hiss leaving his lips as he cleaned up any remnants of your releases from his sensitive shaft. "you enjoyed yourself, right?"

you could just barely nod your head, tucking the blanket over your body— it was thick enough that any spilled body fluids couldn't seep through. "i had fun, reiner," you informed him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. your husband slipped beneath the comforters next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tucking you close into his front. "didn't realize i had an exhibition kink until tonight."

"ah, well," reiner pressed a few kisses to your cheek, the embrace he held on you tightening. the warm, fuzzy feeling of love making your heart swell. "i'm glad i was able to show you a good time then."

german to english translations

halt den mund — shut your mouth

kleine — little one

mein schatz — my treasure

liebling — darling

mein liebchen — my love

ja — yes

sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse — be a good girl and tell him how good i let you feel. how well i take care of you

scheiße — fuck

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Give You Blue Masterlist

When your sky is grey, I will give you blue.

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

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre: college au

cw: explicit sexual content, language, angst, hurt/comfort, comedy, fluff - specific content warnings will be provided for each chapter

Summary: You and Reiner, childhood friends and high-school sweethearts, break-up in your sophomore year of college. This is the story about how you pick up the pieces of your heartbreak, with the help of your friends and especially your new RA, Eren Jaeger. A story where there are no villains or heroes, just normal people navigating through life and love, one day at a time. ��

Author's Notes: Another college au series, yay! I hope you all like this one! All characters are college aged (19-22 years old). Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

Give You Blue Taglist | Give You Blue Playlist

Chapter Title and Summary (spoiler-free):

Chapter 1: How It Ends - Reiner breaks up with you the night before the new semester begins. With his car packed with both of your belongings, the hour long ride to campus the next day offers some clarity.

Chapter 2: First Impressions - You move into your new dorm with your best friend and roommate, Annie, where you update her on your current relationship status. That night, you meet Eren Jaeger, your new Resident Assistant.

Chapter 3: Umbrella - With your classes as a distraction, you manage to survive a month into your breakup. However, you hit a wall when you run into your ex for the first time since the start of the semester. And, as if it couldn't get any worse, you forget to bring an umbrella on a day with heavy rainfall. Luckily, someone comes to your rescue.

Chapter 4: Alone Together - You and Annie attend a dinner at the Mu Phi sorority house on campus. Reiner, on his way out of Delta Delta, ambushes you on the walk back to your dorm for a less than pleasant conversation. Later that week, RA Eren hosts a game-night for his fellow residents. But, with it being on a Friday right after midterms, he's disappointed when it flops. Fortunately, someone comes to his rescue.

Chapter 5: Dreams - Your friendship with Eren is taken to the next level. You have a sweet dream that turns into a nightmare. Eren tells his parents that he is considering changing his major.

Chapter 6: Gravity - You attend a party with Annie, only to run into Reiner unexpectedly. Mistakes are made and Eren is once again to the rescue, more than ever before.

Chapter 7: Electric - You and Eren share an intimate moment together, one that the both of you wish could last forever.

Chapter 8: How It Begins - The conclusion of the series Give You Blue.

Epilogue: A little bonus chapter for our couple.

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neesieiumz · 7 months

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brontide || ──────── r. braun.

day three - SPITTING / HUMILIATION / EXHIBITIONISM

『 synopsis 』 ⸻ a night with your friends gets you into way more trouble that you're looking for.

『 warnings 』 ⸻ mafia!au. mafia-boss!reiner. the mafia part is implied but not explicitly mentioned. he also owns a sex club. sm*t. minors do not interact. humiliation. exhibitionism. spitting. emotionally-abusive ex-boyfriend. who happens to be floch. and who also happens to be in prison for five years. he calls you sweetie/sweetness. he's been obsessed with you the moment he saw you and sent your ex to jail so he can have you. one of reader's friends are also a part of the mafia and basically escort her to go to the club so she can get snatched up.

『 writers notes 』 ⸻ first day of kinktober! been planning this since august and I'm gonna finish it! By god's grace, of course!

『 word count 』 ⸻ 6.4k words

masterlist. next part in kinktober.

Laughter echoed into the night, and the entire group huddled together ambled alongside the wet sidewalk. Your arms were hooked around the arms of your friends, walking in sync with them as the rest of your friends followed behind you all. The air smelled fresh, of wet petricor and tar, evidence of the recent rain that fell over the city. You felt light as if your head could fall off your shoulders, the slight buzz from the round of margaritas you all had during your dinner together. The original plan was to continue the party at your favorite club, but you found the line to be too long and it was slowly ruining your buzz. So now you were walking through the town, hoping to find something to continue the fun you’ve had tonight.

Before, you’d never thought you’d be out like this, with friends, wearing short dresses and a huge smile on your face. Seven months ago, you were a whole different person, quiet, frightened, and controlled by your ex-boyfriend. However, miracles could come in the newest forms as he suddenly found himself thrown into prison, which inadvertently caused your freedom. Ever since then, you found yourself living more and more free, living more and more for yourself. You packed up most of your things, sold what you could of his things, and moved cities and jobs, finding a career or even higher pay. With your ex-boyfriend out of the way, as well as removing him from everything you could, it helped that he was in prison, and it made everything in your life in order.

“You know,” you felt one of your friends whisper into your ear, “I’m glad you could come out with us tonight.”

You had met her not too long ago, the two of you running into each other while you were in the middle of running errands. Since then, you’ve assimilated yourself into her friend group and all of you are becoming really close, really soon. However, swamped with work, at your new job, you hadn't had a chance to step out and have a fun night off with your new friends, who were all pushing for the time with you, especially since you told them about your ex-boyfriend. Learning about how before he went to prison for robbery, and how he kept you isolated from your friends, family and controlled your money

You smiled at her, lifting your hand up to brush a few of your braids that were blowing in your face, “I’m glad I finally found the time to come out.”

She smiled at you, glancing down at your dress, “and I see the choice of dress you wore. Isn’t this the one I had to convince you to buy on one of our shopping trips.”

The dress was black and short, with a long slit going up the side, with thin straps holding it. On the slit, connecting the two pieces of fabric were multiple bedazzled thin pieces of fabric. It was different from what you would usually wear, but as you glanced down at it, from the fabric to the low-plunging neckline, it held a certain freedom that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The two of you gave each other a smile, as the entire group approached the newest location, a club that had opened up recently. It was brought up by Michael, who was your friend’s boyfriend, and mostly everyone agreed to finish the night out there after dinner. The name of the club was plaster at the top, glowering in a pure white. The rest of it was covering dark red LED tassels, it was opulent in nature, and the towering building had your heart clenching for a moment. You lowered your head, now gazing at the very long line peeking out the door.

“That line seems… long,” you mumbled, as you all got closer and closer.

Your friend glanced over to you, squeezing your arm, “no worries, Michael knows people, he’ll get us in.”

“Tessa!”

The two of you turned to see Michael waving at her, gesturing for her to come to the front. You were about to let go of her arm, but instead, she held onto it tighter, taking you along with her. The rest of the group made way for the two of you as you all reached the doorway. You could hear the jeers of the rest of the line, seeing your entire group waiting at the entrance skipping the rest of the line. You stood right before the bouncers guarding the door. They were huge, wearing tight, black shirts and heavy cargo pants. They held tablets in their hands as they glowered down at you all.

“We’re ummm…” Michael started, “we’re friends of the owner. He should already be expecting us.”

The bouncer glanced between the group before his eyes landed right on you. His hard stare caused you to slightly flinch, but Tessa’s grip on you only held tighter, keeping you in place. Your heart pounding away in your chest, you saw the bouncer glance down at the tablet before looking right back at you, before turning towards his coworker. The two of them whispered for a moment, and then the coworker picked up his small radio before entering into the dark nightclub.

“Come in.” is all the bouncer said, before moving out of the way.

You glanced around at the group but you had no time as you were pulled into the building and into the dark space. Inside, it was dark, you almost couldn’t see ahead of you if it wasn't for the white strobe lights constantly moving and flashing around the room. The music was dark, with a huge bass boom, you couldn't feel your own heart beating. You pressed your hand against your chest, hoping for a reminder that you were still alive. Before you knew it, the group broke up all going in different directions, you could barely see where the rest of them went. You could feel Tessa’s arm pulling you away, past all the ladies standing and moving about it.

Before you could even think, you were standing against the bar table, your mind barely getting used to the loud music, and the constant movement all around you. The bar table was the only thing with consistent lighting, with low back wall lights, lighting up the different stacks of liquor, as well as low-hanging black lights as well, causing you to see the working bartenders making different orders. You glanced over to your left, hoping to see Tessa or some form of her standing right beside you but you couldn't. If you held your hand out in front of you, you probably wouldn't be able to see any of your fingers. You let out a shaky breath, soon realizing you couldn't hear yourself breathing. You glanced around you once more, not able to find any semblance of your friends anywhere around you. You felt weird, out of place even, you didn't know where to go. You turned your head around once more, taking note of everything around you. At the same time, an empty stool opened up, allowing you to sit down and rest your feet. You were still looking around, but still, all you could see was the strobing light, now a mixture of blue and gray, and the crowd of bodies.

Suddenly a hand tapped on the one hand you had placed on the counter, causing your already jittery body to jump, your body flying right back around, facing the bar counter. In front of you stood the bartender, with short, blonde hair, and a white towel laid across his left shoulder. He wore the same uniform as the bouncer, with a black shirt and you could see the hems of the heavy cargo pants.

He stepped back a moment, his hands in the air as he took note of your jumpy attitude, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook your head, “sorry, I’m just a little jumpy, it’s my first time in a place like this.” You yelled over the loud music, leaning over the counter.

He smirked at you, “Well, I’m sure you’ll have a good time.” That's all he said before sliding you over a tall martini glass.

It was filled to the brim with brown liquor, with a little bit of foam brimming at the top of it. You tilted your head at you, a questioning look on your face.

“I don’t… I don’t remember ordering anything.”

The man shrugged, “it’s on the house, for you know… your first night here.”

That was the last thing he said to you before walking away, before tending to others sitting at the bar. You looked at him as he walked away before facing the glass one more. Slowly, you reached over to the counter, picking up the glass by the stem before bringing it over to you. You brought it up to your nose, taking a whiff of the cocktail. You could smell the slow-churned liquor, strong and expensive in smell. You glanced at it one last time, before taking a sip, the smooth mixture sliding down your throat easily. A slow, warm tingle rose up within you as you took another sip. Stepping away from the bar, slowly immersing yourself in the crowd. The crowd was moving all around, dancing in waves and into each other. You stood around, looking into the crowd of dancing people, seeing if you could find your friends anywhere, mixed in with the crowd.

With nothing, you decided to move on, sipping on your glass as you slowly stepped around the perimeter of the club. You could feel eyes on you, prickly-like needles poking and prodding at your spine. Turning around with swiftness, you found yourself glancing up at what seemed to be the second floor, seeing people standing about up there. There was some level of privacy, with only semi-opaque windows showing off what seemed to be a private party. Your eyes glanced over from the railing of the second floor, your eyes guided to what seems to be a stairwell, located not too far from you. You could see two bouncers standing there, with a velvet rope keeping the general populous away from what seemed to be a more private crowd.

“Hey!”

You gasped, feeling something cold prodding at you as you turned around, seeing the friend you walked into standing right behind you, her boyfriend not too far from her.

“Hey, I was looking for you!” you yelled over the music, taking another sip of your drink.

She smiled at you, giggling and crashing into you, most likely unstable from however much she drank, “sorry, me and Michael got lost in the crowd and we ended up joining someone’s randoms section! You should join us!”

The moment she said that Michael, the boyfriend, came up to her, pulling her away, whispering something in her ear. Your friend’s joyful expression soon faded, the two of them delving into whispered arguments, furrowed expressions on both of them now. Not wanting to get in between them, your eyes soon wandered towards the stairwell again. Two people, a couple, soon stepped up to the bouncers standing there, exchanging words between them. The bouncer glanced down at his tablet, much like the ones in front of the club, and scrolled through it, before nodding at his partner, who unlocked the velvet rope, allowing the man and woman to enter and soon walk up the stairwell to the more private party.

“You curious?”

You jumped for the third time that night, your head whisking to the right, before seeing a tall figure standing over you. The first thing you notice about him is his olive green eyes, it was like they shined within the strobe lights. He had long dark hair, which you could tell was pulled back in some kind of bun. You couldn’t help but glance down further, seeing him wear a suit, his hands tucked into his pockets. He tilted his head, before the two of you turned your heads at the same time, staring at the stairwell.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I guess I am, why? What’s up there?”

He mused, “can’t tell you that, but I can get you in, if you’d like?”

You narrowed your eyes on him, “why should I trust you? I don’t even know your name, and why would you do this for me?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “feel like being nice for a very pretty lady, think of it as my act of kindness of the day.”

He pressed his hands around your waist, before guiding you towards the stairs. At this point the thought of your friend and her boyfriend flying out of your mind as you headed closer and closer to the flight of stairs. Your mind racing with a never-ending stream of thoughts, and your heart pounding away at your chest, you honestly had no idea what you were doing. You took a final sip of your martini, just as you stood with the man in front of the bouncers.

The two workers took one look at the man, not even bothering to look at the tablet before the one handling the velvet rope unhooked it immediately, allowing the two of you to pass.

“Enjoy your time, Mr. Jaeger, Mr. Braun is sure to be expecting you.”

Braun…?

That name was familiar to you, you had no idea how, but you heard it before. However, before you could dwell on it, your escort, denoted as “Mr. Jaeger”, pressed his hands into you, guiding you up the stairs. You took one last moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of your friend, but you could no longer see her standing where she was last left, and neither could you see her boyfriend either. You shrugged the thought off, remembering the short conversation with her about joining someone else within the club. The sounds of the club became more muffled the more and more you climbed above them. Mr. Jaeger took his time to take you towards the more privatized area. You saw an empty table, glancing down at your glass before placing it on there, hoping someone would pick it up.

The door to the area wasn’t covered by bouncers, but it was hidden from where the general population could see the few viewings of whatever was going on within the room. Jaeger is what you’ll call him until you can learn his real name, open the door, gesturing for you to walk inside first.

It was much like the crowd downstairs, but smaller, and with fewer strobe lights. It looked to be a private party taking place. You could tell by the banner that hung up in which you could vaguely make out the words “Happy Birthday.” Everyone was up in a ball in the middle of the floor having the times of their lives, with people scattered about as well. You ignored the white powder on some people’s tables as you maneuvered yourself through the standing people.

Before you knew it, you had made it out of the crowd, stepping into a cleared-out area.

You took a moment to glance behind you, seeing the heavy crowd, and all the bodies moving about. Turning around, you suddenly found yourself face to face with a door. It was watched over by two heavily tattooed bodyguards. The men guarding the door looked different than the bouncers, each of their arms heavily tattooed, wearing heavy utility belts around their waists. Your curiosity was slowly taking hold of you, as you tilted your head at the men.

Suddenly, the two men in the center took a few steps to either side, parting like the Red Sea, as the door behind them suddenly opened. Your eyes caught onto the first boot that walked out of the darkness, your eyes trailed up slowly as the rest of him appeared from the pitch-black, darkness into the low, gleaming light. The first thing you noticed was his hazel eyes, they gleamed through the light, capturing your pure attention. His blonde hair contrasted against his dark suit, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stepped down the rest of the way. He stopped, just right in front of you, and the two of you locked eyes. You took in his entire form. Your head tilted just a little, as you looked upon his face, the clean-shaven look, the broad form, realizing that he looks so familiar, that you’ve seen this man before.

Memories flash before you, tan walls, bright lights, sliding chairs, and tables, black suits, and a mean smirk staring down at you. You glance up, jumping as you realized the man has gotten closer to you, no longer standing on the steps in front of the door.

“It’s been a while, sweetie?”

Braun…

It was like lightning had struck you, as your mind flashed back to almost a year ago.

“Babe, what is this place?” You couldn’t help but ask as you looked around the fancy lobby area.

However, he didn’t answer you as he walked up to the hostess behind the table, talking to her before guiding the two of you somewhere. You tried to speak up again, asking him about this restaurant he took you to, but he only hissed at you, before focusing on the table before you. It was a long table, filled almost to the brim with prim and proper-looking people, all talking amongst themselves.

“Mr. Braun, I’ve brought more of your guests.”

The scattered chatter spoon became hushed whispers as almost everyone looked up at the two of you. At the head of the table, hardened hazel eyes looked up at the two of you standing there, the intense stare causing your back to straighten up as he glanced between the two of you. He had his folding in front of him, resting on his elbows and he produced a glare so menacing towards your boyfriend, the only thing you could skin them to was the hard and nasty stares your grandmother used to stare down at you whenever you broke her stuff.

“Mr. Forster, I should have you arrested for stalking,” the man started, waving away the hostess.

Your boyfriend, despite the obvious and sudden sweat that dripped down his face, as well as his shaky hands, spoke, “yes, Mr. Braun, I understand, but I just really need some of your time to talk about this new business venture.”

Business venture… so this wasn’t a romantic dinner like you thought it would be. YOU could feel yourself deflating as your boyfriend suddenly let go of you. He reached down, pulling out the seat closest to him, immediately, sitting down, leaving you to be the only one standing. Flustered, you began to reach for the seat next to him, hoping to pull it out and sit next to him quietly.

“Stop.”

Everyone froze, as the words echoed through the nearly empty backroom of the restaurant. You looked up only to find his eyes on you, which only caused everyone else’s eyes in the room to look at you.

“You crash my event and make yourself known, the least you can do is pull out your own girlfriend’s seat, huh Forester?”

Floch, already flustered and embarrassed, only turned red as he stuttered against his words, “Oh, oh right, sorry, Mr. Braun.” Your boyfriend began to move to get, to pull your seat out for you.

“I’m not the one to say sorry to, and don’t bother moving,” is all Braun said, before snapping his fingers.

All of a sudden, a man wearing an all-black suit appeared right behind, causing you to jump a little. He pulled your seat out for you, making a quick gesture for you to sit down.

“Take a seat sweetness.”

Quietly, you thanked him before sitting, squeaking as he pushed into your chair for you. Glancing up, seeing Mr. Braun’s eyes on you as you settled down into your seat.

— — —

Seeing those same hazel eyes sent you in a whirl spin. Almost a year passed and you could still remember them staring into your eyes just like that day.

“Mr. Braun… the dinner party…” your words tasted acrid as you spoke them, inadvertently bringing up the memories of your ex-boyfriend.

His chuckle sent electricity down your spine, seeing him step a bit closer towards you, “just call me Reiner… glad to see you remember me, huh?”

“Yeah… I’m surprised you remember me?” You winced at your words, internally yelling at yourself for the awkward choice. If he noticed it, he didn’t say anything about it, only moving towards you even more.

“Can’t forget a pretty face, now can I?”

Your mind was yelling at you to move, but you could barely bend a knee as he towered over you, his hands no longer tucked in his pockets, instead, he reached up, his hand slightly pushing past your long braids that frame your face, before caressing your cheek. You couldn't help the shaky breath, the clench between your legs as you got a whiff of his string cologne.

“Come with me.”

It was a demand, not a question.

He took you by the arms before leading you up the platform he had once descended from. You couldn't help but glance back at the retreating party behind you, seeing the crowd get smaller and smaller as your vision soon became surrounded in black. The two of you moved through the darkness, the music changing from the EDM-focused club music to something a lot slower, and a lot more sensual, combined with a lot of bass.

It was as if you stepped into a new dimension.

The atmosphere was different from the one downstairs. That one was exhilarating, heart–throbbing.

This one was heart-stopping.

Your heart felt strained, trying to pump blood throughout this entire experience. Your inner ears constantly vibrated and fuzzed as you took a step into the crowd. Every movement felt like it slowed down, you could barely see two feet in front of you, much like downstairs, but somehow, it felt… different. It felt as if the bodies were closing in on you with every step you take. You rubbed your cold hands against your skin, hoping to warm it up a little and gain a sense of grounding within you. You let out a shuddering breath, feeling the temperature around drop with every step you take. The music was loud, almost deafening even, you could barely hear yourself think. All you can do is take one step at a time, trying to warm yourself through the cold environment. You couldn't help the way you held onto the man taking you deeper and deeper into this new-founded area, digging your nails deep into his arms to steady yourself into this anchor of a man.

The two of you soon pull up to this table, surrounded by other people as he guides you to a velvet-cushioned seat, before sitting right beside you. All the men sitting around were huge, wearing suits of all different fabrics and cuts. in their hands either held expensive cigars or lit up, causing the area around them to smell like smoke. This caused your face to grimace, moving your hand up to your nose to block the smell.

“Smoke’s getting to you, sweetie?” A low voice came up to your voice.

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand grabbing at your face before turning it to the right.

“I always hated the smell, Floch used to smoke cigarettes, and would stink up the apartment too.”

“Heh, you’ll get used to it,” is all he said, reaching out as someone handed over a perfectly wrapped and sealed cigar.

That same person lit it for him, before bowing and taking their leave. You watched them just as he inhaled the first smoke. The smell hit you, your nose slightly wrinkling at the tobacco. Reiner’s arms kept you close, putting you up against the smoke as he looked down at you.

Before you lost your nerve, as you turned to him, your hands rubbing down your arms to calm the chills that ran up your spine, “Why did you bring me here?”

Reiner glanced down at you, blowing smoke out from the corner of his mouth. He then leaned down towards you, his heated breath from the cigar ghosting over your ear.

“Look around Sweetness, what do you think this place is?” He whispered into your ear.

Your eyes glance around the room, landing on the different people moving about. Some people were standing around smaller stages, watching strippers easily glide themselves up and down the pole. However most of the people were standing around couches, you could barely see what they were looking at. Looking closer at one of the couches, seeing one of the bodies move, your eyes widen at the scene. You saw a man—no, two men, one towering over a woman and the other one having her on his lap. You couldn’t see everything, but you knew what was happening, what the other people were watching. Reiner must have heard your gasp when you spotted one of, what looks to be many events, happening on the couches.

Your legs crossed, a dull sensation washed over you. Suddenly, your hyper-awareness activated, feeling Reiner’s hand on your thigh. His hand continued to trace circles in your thigh, his actions causing your head to feel slightly fuzzy, combined with the smoke in the air, from the cigars and the heavy smoke machines. You could only sway with the beat of the music, your body grazing against Reiner’s body. His arm that was once weighing on your shoulder slid off, before trailing up your face, pushing past your braids, caressing the left side of your face. The roughness of his hands grounded you just a bit, your dropping eyes fluttering open a little to look at the man with you.

“Did you like what you saw, sweetie?” He whispered to you, his lips grazing the outer shell of your ear.

You nodded your head, vigorous in nature, gasping as he didn’t move his head from your ear. Rather, he leaned even closer, dipping down a bit before pressing slow and soft kisses against your neck. It had been a long time since you’d had anyone touch you. Seven months since you broke up with Floch and even longer even since he had gotten arrested. A shaky breath left your mouth, your hands reaching up to his suit, gripping onto it for balance. The hand was touching your thigh slide up, slipping in between your legs, his fingers grazing up against the slightly damp fabric of your thong. The size of his hands, as well as his strength, made your legs begin to spread apart. You couldn’t help but glance around the room, feeling all eyes were on the two of you. Suddenly the hand that pressed against your face, its grip tightened, a gasp leaving your mouth as you suddenly faced him again. The sudden hard stare caused you to squirm, your eyes darting about.

“Look at me, don’t look at anyone else… just focus on me,” he commanded, before releasing his grip on your face.

Before you could even think, his hand flew down to your hips, lifting you up and placing you right onto his lap. The first thing you felt was his erection, pressing against your barely covered pussy. His legs spread wide as well, easily taking up the space upon the seats you were sitting on. The people around you all easily made space, but you could tell that they were all watching, their eyes felt like lasers burning holes into your psyche. Yet, all you could do was focus on Reiner before. Your heart was racing, and you felt heat flushing throughout your entire body, from his actions to the people staring down at you.

“Reiner–” you stared before you were cut off by him suddenly pushing you forward, your lips landing on his.

He tasted like scotch, with an aftertaste of smoky cigars. Despite your known aversion to anything tobacco, you found yourself deepening the kiss. Your hips began to grind against him, hoping to find that perfect rhythm. Underneath your dress, your clit throbbed again the thin fabric of your thong, your pussy throbbing with every movement you made. Reiner’s hands slide down your back, before cupping themselves underneath your butt, underneath that the fabric begins to rise up and crumble up around your hips. You could feel the air hitting in between your legs and the deep feeling that your thong was on display for those around you to see.

Spit began to drip down from your lips, evidence of your intense makeout. Slowly, you pulled your lips back, your lungs immediately inflating with air. Reiner’s hands began to massage, almost kneading the flesh he clung onto. By this, your thong was soaked, and the area around his erection was slightly damp with your juices. His finger thumbed at the thin strap of fabric, pulling it as far back as he could before letting it go. The loud snap stung against your skin, your back arching into the pain, eliciting a slightly painful yelp as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Reiner!” you shrieked, your hands and nails gripping his back and shoulders, digging into his clothing.

You could feel him smirk against your skin before his fingers lifted up your thong strap before popping against your skin once more. Every throb of pain had you clenching around nothing, soaking your thong and his pants even more. By now, your dress had ridden up to your waist, so everyone was able to see just what he was doing to you. No one said anything, they only watched as he grabbed at your thong, beginning to pull the thin fabric down your legs. Your nerves wreaked havoc on your hands, seeing how they trembled as you began to slide them down from behind his neck to his chest. You lifted your legs a little bit, helping him get your thong off.

He held them in front of you, shaking them like a cat toy with a sneer on his face, and an evil grin. You tried to reach out and grab for them but he pulled them back, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he laughed at the way you lunged at him. Reiner pocketed them, before putting his hands right back on your butt, like they belong there. You gasped as his fingers teased along the opening of your cunt. He leaned over, his heavy voice echoing in your ear as he spoke to you once more.

“Second thoughts, sweetness?” he asked you.

Despite your sudden fear, you shook your head, your hands suddenly gripping the fabric of his suit.

“Good,” he smirked, “because I’d hate to not be able to give all these people a nice show.”

That was the last thing he said before suddenly lifting you up, letting go of his cock. You squealed as he suddenly turned you around, fully facing the audience you had amassed. Your heart almost dropped, you could barely even see the back parts of the room, with the way the crowd had amassed itself. You hadn’t relaxed just how many people were watching you. Their eyes never left you, you could see their hungry eyes taking in the scene before them. Your dripping pussy, Reiner’s cock, the way you whined and grinding into him, everything. You couldn’t help the way tears welled into your eyes, but at the same time, a forceful tingling heat wracked through you. The humiliation you felt rocked you, yet all it could do was make your pussy even wetter. Their eyes were magnets, sticking to your every reaction.

He stretched your legs wide, the sticky sound of your pussy easily bringing in more of the crowd. Hips fingers, continuing to tease you, dipping down into your hole, smearing some of your juices at your clit. He spread your lips even further, having no problem to let all these people watching you get fucked. You let out a sharp gasp as you felt his thick finger beginning to prod at your hole, your juices dripping down onto him. Melting as he further plunged his finger into you, hissing at how tight you were. Your eyes glued to his hands, only able to watch the way he slowly began to ravish you, bit by bit. You bit your lip, restraining your budding moans as his finger slid deeper into you.

“Reiner—“ you choked, your head thrown back as his thumb pressed up against your wet clit.

Your hips ground against his hands, clenching around his fingers. Rocking against him, succumbing to the way he pulled different reactions from your body and your lips. Your moans echoed through the room, and you could hear the muffled grunting of some of the men watching you. You could hear their whispers, wondering who you were. You could hear the jealousy on some of the women’s lips, complaining about how someone as unknown as you could gain Reiner’s attention. Writhing underneath his hold, you couldn’t help the way their animosity elated you. You cried out as you felt his fingers brush up against your g-spot, your back arching away from his front side.

“Fuck— I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum—“ your words were high pitched, feeling the sudden building ache rushing through you.

Suddenly, you were left out cold as you felt his fingers abruptly pull out of your cunt. You had no time to whine or complain as a gasp left your mouth and your body jerked suddenly, feeling Reiner beginning to stand up behind you. His hands slide down to underneath your knees, further spreading your pussy open. You crossed your arms, heart racing as you felt his angry red tip prodding at your entrance. For a moment, you glanced up, and standing behind a couple people, you could see familiar olive green eyes, with his tan hand tucked in his pocket, holding a glass of liquor.

Before you could fully register the sight, your body convulsed as you felt the tip of his cock easing into your sopping wet cunt. There was no need for foreplay, with the way you had been dripping all over Reiner from the moment he placed you on his lap.

“Oh my– oh my god,” you whined out, your head thrown back as he pressed his dick into your further, hearing him grunt as you felt yourself slowly stretch around him.

“Big—“ you cried out, “its too big, fuck, I can’t—!”

“Aww," he suddenly interjected, “can’t what? Can’t handle it?” His voice was deep and laced with condescension.

Your body trembled at his words, and despite the humiliation, hearing the slight chuckle in the crowd, your pussy clenched around, sucking him in even further. Toes curled, you could do nothing while stuck in his hold but take it, desperate moans fleeing your mouth. You could feel his hot breath against your neck,, his own deep-seated, needful groans echoing in your ears. Although your eyes were shut you could still hear the makings of the crowd around, still watching you take every inch of him.

Suddenly, one of his hands left your leg, before sliding across your neck and face. It wrapped itself around the front of your neck, before pulling it and your head back. His face towered over your own, and your eyes were almost jerked open. His thumb was able to reach your wet, plump lips, pulling the bottom one down slightly.

“Open.”

It was a single command, one you fulfilled lustily, your lips parting and your tongue falling out. With nothing else, he inhaled sharply before a decently-sized globble of saliva dripped down from his mouth onto your own. Most would find the action distasteful, but not you. Your body completely wrecked with lust, could do nothing, squeeze your eyes shut, a large moan leaving your lips as his spit slid down your tongue in your throat. You melted in his hold, your juices soaking your dress, thighs, Reiner’s pants, and even a little bit of his shirt.

Reiner ravished you, and the feeling of his cock pummeling you continued to push you more and more over the edge. Your entire body jerks, the feeling of your climax building up within you once more. His heavy pants and the heated smell of sex permeated off of both of your bodies, but it was the quieted, hissed sound of a few people watching, trying their best to stay quiet as they reached their own climax.

“Coming!” Your words were loud but slurred from succumbing to your incoming orgasm.

With your toes curling, your body thrashed within his hold as your cunt squeezed around his dick. Your body melted further into him as your juices poured out of you, your pussy throbbing. Your hands reached out, clutching onto the air as shaky gasps escaped from your mouth. Underneath you, you could feel Reiner’s actions becoming more erratic, his groans following along with him. With no other warning but a groan, you gasped as he came all inside of you, his cum painting your walls white. Tears streaks stained your face as you heaved in and out. Slowly, you felt Reiner slowly putting your legs down, still keeping you close to his body. You winced at the way your legs felt, seeing how they were stretched beyond their means. The crowd slowly began to dissipate as they realized you and Reiner’s bout with lust was basically over. Some still stayed, keeping their eyes on the two of you as you tried your best to clean yourself up.

You gasped as you felt him slowly pull his cock out of you, a cool emptiness filling you. With whatever strength you could pull, you grabbed the hem of your dress, covering the mess the two of you made. You could feel both his and your cum dripping down your thighs, ignoring the way it trailed down your smooth legs. As you sat beside Reiner, waiting for him to get situated, you felt a wave of tiredness rush over you. You stretched, letting out a yawn. With no other warning, Reiner suddenly stood up, taking you into his arms. You could not fight him off as he held you tight. Through your teary and droopy eyes, you could see the crowd parted for the two of you. He walked deeper and deeper until the smoke and darkness fully covered the two of you. Your body had no strength as your body went limp, falling into a deep slumber.

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