#reiner request

You sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, sighing. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“You okay?” he asks, concerned.

You nod silently, eyes closed. He sets his hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Hey, seriously, what’s wrong?”

Fingers intwined in his, you answer, “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Uh-oh. That’s definitely a lie,” he teases.

You nudge him in the ribs playfully. “Shut up.”

“Seriously, sweetie. What is it? Tell me.”

After a deep breath, you confess, “I’ve just been feeling a little self-conscious lately.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. It’s been over a year now and I still haven’t lost any of the baby weight. It seems like with all my friends, they were able to shed it after a year. But it’s been hard for me. I don’t know.”

He doesn’t respond right away, thinking carefully about what he wants to say. Eventually, he comments, “I know you won’t believe me, but you’re more beautiful now than ever before.”

You laugh. “You have to say that. You’re my husband.”

“But have I ever lied to you?”

It doesn’t take you long to answer because he actually never has. “No, you haven’t.”

He nuzzles his head against yours. “Listen to me: Every single day we’re together, I fall deeper in love with you. In fact, every single minute, every second, you’re on my mind. And all I can think about is how lucky I am to be with you. And the fact that she,” he points to Kara, “came out of you shows that you are the most beautiful. Honestly, our baby is the prettiest, therefore, you are also the prettiest. It’s basic science.”

Your heart swells in your chest, tears filling your eyes. With a smooch on the cheek, you tell him, “You’re so corny, you know that?”

He faces you to give you a kiss. “And…?”

“I love you. So much.”

“That’s my girl,” he coos. He presses his lips to your forehead. “You dazzle me constantly. I truly mean that.”

~~~

Later that night, with Kara sleeping peacefully in her crib, Reiner proves to you how beautiful you are. 

The both of you are naked in bed, your legs spread wide for him with his head between, sucking at your throbbing clit. He’s always been good at this, but tonight, he gives it to you like never before, desperate to show you how much he desires you. He laps at your wet cunt, collecting your slick to smear it over your bud. He shakes his head, spreading his tongue wide on you to lick every sensitive inch. And he doesn’t stop when you whine that it’s, “too much,” or “too sensitive,” because he’ll be damned if he lets his gorgeous wife feel insecure ever again. He wants it ingrained in you how much he cherishes you, body, soul, every fiber of your being. 

He slides his fingers into your pussy, slipping in easily from your orgasms. Curling at the tips, he hits your G-spot, sucking on your clit, smirking as you twitch from the stimulation. 

“Fuck! Baby! I –”              

“It’s okay, honey,” he muffles, mouth still latched to you. “You can come again. Don’t be shy. Give it to me.”

Your body buzzes with ecstasy, radiating all the way down to your toes. He finally removes himself from you, lightly tapping on your swollen bud with slippery fingers. “You’re beautiful. I love seeing you like this.”

“Rei,” you whimper, twisting your legs around him, eager for his cock.

“Not yet, sweetie. Let me worship you a little while longer.” He leans down, kissing your stomach, tracing your stretch marks with his tongue. You watch him, running your fingers through his hair. “I love every single thing about you,” he whispers, trailing up to your breast, suckling at your nipple. “Every part of this gorgeous body.”

He explores your curves and peaks, the crook of your neck, the inside of your mouth, until he guides himself inside you, pumping his cock into your pussy. You wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly, wanting to melt into him. He continues to kiss you sloppily, dribbling his spit into your mouth. “Fuck, sweetie,” he moans, his thrusts increasing in pace. “I’m so close.”

“Fill me up, Rei. Please.”

“You want me to fuck another baby in you? Want me to make this cute belly round again, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait. I can’t wait, honey. You’re so beautiful, fuck.” He spills inside you, cock spurting his load into your womb. He watches as he slowly pulls out, enjoying the sight of your throbbing pussy gushing with his cum. 

As big spoon, he cuddles you, sliding his arm over your waist, kissing the back of your neck, dewy with perspiration. “I love you, beautiful. I hope you don’t get tired of me saying that.”

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

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

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

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

It was the year 850 when the truth was revealed. It was also the last time you saw Reiner in his human form, the one you grew to love with every fiber of your being. 

You were gathered with the other Scouts, who seemed to be suspicious of Reiner and Bertolt all day. In a literal flash and a bang, electricity striking inches away, you were swept, hanging onto to one another for dear life. Suddenly, the Colossal and Armored Titans appeared, in the exact spot where Bertolt and Reiner were standing. 

It couldn’t be. There’s no way. 

It took you days, maybe even weeks, to come to terms with it. The person you trusted the most was your sworn enemy this whole time. Lying to you day after day, pretending to be your friend. Just like that, he was traitor.

Still, years later, as you prepare for this fateful mission to retrieve Eren Jaeger from Marley, you haven’t forgotten about Reiner Braun. It’s only recently he’s resurfaced in your memories. Maybe because there’s a chance you’ll reunite with him on this visit to his homeland. A home that has you and all your other friends pegged as devils, sworn to eliminate your island. How can you feel anything but hatred for the man that tricked you into thinking he was the same as you? You fight with yourself to suppress the precious memories you share together. Late night talks, laying side-by-side in bed. His arm brushing yours, you cherishing the warm feeling like an ember on a cold night. Being with him made you feel safe. What would it make you feel now?

The attack on Marley happens on a chilly night. It’s nothing short of chaotic, many of your comrades shot down by the advanced weapons of their army. It’s only a miracle that you manage to survive with just a few scrapes. That is, until you’re faced with the Jaw Titan. 

All nineteen years of your life flashes before your eyes like a movie playing in fast forward. You were always prepared to die in the mouth of a Titan. You were surrounded by it growing up, then sworn to fight against it when you joined the Scouts. You’re willing to sacrifice yourself if it means it’s for the greater good of humanity. Your ODM gear is out of gas, and you’ve exhausted every weapon in your arsenal. In the quick seconds before you’re chomped by the terrifying giant, you make peace with your fate. And for some reason, it’s Reiner’s voice that echoes in your mind, amidst the sound of destruction.

When you open your eyes, waiting for death, you realize the voice is not a figment of your imagination. Worst of all, the image you see before you is very much real. The Armored Titan is kneeling before you, shielding you from the Jaw, who trashes at his back. Eventually, he retreats, growing tired of it, leaving you with Reiner in this form. You hear the distinct sounds of air compressing; he’s removing himself from the nape, eyes stained with the undeniable red streaks. The first thing he yells out is your name, and it’s like a stab in the chest. It’s the same way he’s said it all those years ago. And in this moment, with pandemonium surrounding you, it’s as if you’re in a bubble with him, guarded from the madness of this useless war. You and him, together at last. 

He stares at you with tired eyes, face covered in stubble that ages him. He’s grown quite a bit, but you can tell from the gaunt demeanor that’s he’s lost weight. Have the expectations of war affected him this much? He repeats your name again, then says, “You’re here,” grasping your hand between his. You try to recoil from him, but you don’t, relishing the way he holds you. It’s what you always wanted, but not like this. Still, it lights a fire in you that you can’t ignore. 

Before you know it, he’s leading you somewhere, maneuvering through the rubble expertly, until you’re hidden away in some bunker, far enough that the chaos is subdued in the background. It’s only now that you’re truly alone with him that you come to your senses. You flinch, shoving him away, guarding yourself. “Get away from me!”

“You have every right to be mad,” he says, backing off.

“Mad? Mad?! You’ve been trying to kill us this whole time! You’re a traitor.”

He points to the walls, yelling, “I protected you out there! Porco was going to kill you and I begged him not to!”

“Why? You should have just let me die. That’s the whole point, right? We’re devils, we don’t deserve to live.” You voice trembles with anger, body quivering with adrenaline.  

“I couldn’t stand there and watch you die.”

“You’re suddenly feeling remorseful? After already taking so many lives? Do you want me to thank you?”

He steps towards you, intensity in his expression. “You think I like being this way? I was raised to be a warrior. This is the only thing I know how to do.”

You shove past him, heading to the doorway. “I can’t believe I even let you drag me all the way out there! I’d rather die in the battlefield than talk to you!”

He grabs your wrist, keeping you in place. “You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t mean. We’re enemies, Reiner.” You don’t pull away from him. His fingers are warm around you. 

“You think it’s that easy? After everything we’ve been though?”

“It’s fact.”

“I hate myself for betraying you, but I had no other choice. Just like you had no other choice but to come here and destroy my home.”

“So, what? Are you asking for a peace treaty? Sorry, but we both know that you nor I have enough power to establish that.”

He leans closer, squeezing your hand between his. “I’m asking you to forgive me. For lying to you, for hurting you. For betraying you.”

You glare at him, determined to keep up this act. Deep down, you’re desperate for more of his touch. Because in this fleeting moment, with gunfire and explosions blasting in the distance, his it’s all you need to feel safe. “What makes you think that I’ll forgive you?”

“I don’t expect it, but it’s worth a shot. Especially with the end of the world coming.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Paradis is trying to stop the war. All we want is peace on our island.”

“There will never be peace in this messed up world. That’s the truth. And since this is probably the last you’ll see of me, I’m going to continue being honest. You’re beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined you’d be after all these years.”

It catches you off guard, enough to relax the tension in your brows to stare at him, dumfounded. 

He continues. “I think about you constantly. I always wonder what could have been. Maybe if I made my own decisions back then, our lives would be different.”

“Who’s to say I would have accepted?” 

“Come on. I knew you were in love with me. It was obvious.”

Heat rushes into your cheeks, embarrassed like the teenaged girl you were all those years ago. “You knew?”

“Of course I did.” He smirks at you, instantly returning the boyish youth to his face. 

Your resolve is cracking under his charm; you gravitate towards him. Cupping his cheek, running your fingers through his scraggly beard. “What happened to you, Reiner? How did it turn out this way?”