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Strangers (Part.1)

Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Season 3 Spoilers and Season 4 light spoilers You and Reiner use to be a couple until you found out he was the Armored Titan…

Time line is going to be ever so slightly altered for the next part.

Third Person Pov

"How could you Reiner?" You cried out to him trying to keep yourself balanced on the tree branch below him.

"What do mean, if you're talking about why I took you, it's simple. I love you and I just couldn't leave you to die along side these devils." Reiner spat in disgust as his eyes lingered on your shaky from below.

"Devils, how could you ever think we are devils?" You questioned him

"I'll tell you more when we get back to my home town. It will all make sense when we are there." He answered you looking hopeful

"You assholes are gonna pay, you hear me!" Eren screamed from behind you waving his severed hand like he was going to punch Reiner.

"Shut it you two, it's not like we can do anything right now anyway. See those titans down there?" Ymir questioned as you looked down to see dozens of titans looking up twords you. "Even if we could, we'd have no chance of escaping. Plus Y/n isn't one of us so she'd die easily especially sense you ain't got your ODM gear." She soke sounding rather disinterested.

"Ymir is right, we'll leave at nightfall when the titans are sleeping." Reiner spoke scanning the three of you. Ymir started talking to them, but you blocked out her words trying to focus on calming down and not losing you head. You picked up on a few words an phrase in particular caught your attention.

"We'll get Christa and then we'll go, I can't leave her here!" Ymir pleated which caused your anger to spike.

"Ymir what the hell!" You shouted walking towards her as her limbs grew back.

"What, I have nothing here except Christa and Reiner and Bertholdt have a future. This place will be dead soon any way, don't you want to live!" She screamed at you walking closer

"Calm down you two! Y/n hear me out." Reiner pleaded jumping down from the tree branch he was standing on. "Y/n please, everyone here will die and the last thing I want is for you to die with them. My hometown is special and there are so many things that I want to show you. Sights that you'll never be able to see, I can show them to you. Please let me take care of you in a place I know you'll be safe. I love you." Reiner declaired with pleating soft eyes that would normally make your heart melt.

"I'd rather die here with them than live a lie with you." You spat as frustrated tears began to form in your eyes. Depsite the fact that you loved him too and the very idea of departing with him shatters your soul.

"Go to hell!" Eren screamed jumping at Reiner hitting him across the face multiple times until finally Reiener hit him so hard that it knocked him out cold. Reiner began panting looking at you silelently telling you to follow him.

"Reiner look, it's the scouts!" Bertholdt yelled in in desperation gaining Reiner's full attention.

"Shit, looks like commander Erwin is a lot smarter than I thought." Reiner yelled jumping down twords you. "Get on my back sweet heart we need to go." He asked you holding out his hand. Part of you would like nothing more than to hold his hand and feel his body against yours. Except now he had betrayed you and your friends and there was no way in hell that you were going to let him take you, Eren, or Christa. So you took a page out of Eren's book and punched Reiner too. You were a lot better than Eren at hand-to-hand combat and this was the only thing you could think of. His nose began to bleed heavily and despite his best efforts, he was not as fast as you. You hit him anywhere you could thinking that if the fight lasted long enough the Scouts could get to you faster. However, your actions came to a painful halt as Bertholdt punched you in the back of the head knocking you out cold, just like Eren.

Reiner grabbed your unconcious body and securly held you to him with as much gentelness as he could. He hated seeing you so hurt and broken and vowed that no matter what he'd do whatever he could to make up for all of the mental strain he put on you, after all, he did love you. After some time flying through the forest, he turned into his titan form after handing you over to Bertholdt. He jumped down as Bertholdt and Ymir, who also assumed titan form, landed on his back after she went serching for Christa. Ymir then took her from her mouth causing Christa to cough.

Reiner ran as fast as he could trying to outrun the scouts, but they were too late. Commander Eriwn, along with a massive horde of titans, scouts, and MP's were coming twords them. All Reiner could do was brace for impact as he protected you, Eren, and Berthold underneath his armored hands and pray that Ymir was holding onto him tight as he smashed his way through the titans. And as scout by scout and titan by titan came at him trying to get you and Eren. Despite their best efforts, the scouts took you, Eren, and Christa back and Reiner had lost you and the coordinate. All he could do now is protect Berthold from the titans trying to eat them as he watched you being taken away from him on the back of Erwin Smith's horse.

Operation To Retake Wall Maria…

“You’re not going cadet.” Captain Levi commanded as you were getting ready to join your friends to retake wall Maria.

“Forgive me sir, but why the hell not?” You questioned him with clear anger.

“Calm down, Commander Erwin thinks you’ll be a liability. We already know that Reiner and Bertholdt wanted to take you back home with them. So it’s safe to say that they’ll try again. We simply can’t have that.” Levi reasoned

“Wouldn’t I be useful then, Sir?” You yelled still angry and confused at the situation.

“No, no offense to your skill but Erwin said so. That’s final cadet I don’t want to hear anything else about it.” He spat walking away from you because he didn’t want to continue arguing with you.

You were so furious at the commander but you knew deep down that he was right. That you would confront Reiner despite saying otherwise because what he did to you was unforgivable and you needed to know why. You desperately needed to know why Reiner was a Titan and what the hell he meant by “home town.” You needed answers and you only prayed that the scouts would be victorious so that you could receive some.

A few days later…

The scouts came back as they reetook Wall Maria. However, the casualties made it seem like thee was no win whatsoever despite the people of the walls rejoicing. Especially the people of Wall Maria as they would now be able to go home, including you.

The commander had died which made Hanji the new commander of the Scout Regiment. You were shocked to say the least, but you were glad that your friends survived. You asked Captain Levi about Reiner and Bertholdt and he told you what happened to them. Hearing that Armin nearly died and it was between him or the commander as to who would be come a Titan brought tears to your eyes. It was such a cruel choice and one that should have never have happened. Both should and deserved to live in your mind. Yet you remembered that this world is cruel and unfair. However, now with this victory the Scouts would now be able to venture further outside the walls than they ever have. You were excited to see the ocean and potentially see the world beyond. Little did you know about the dangers and hatred lurking not too far from your island home…

Three years later…

Three years without him. Three years of resenting him and hating him. Long nights filled with cries and nightmares from that day. Reiner was your rock and someone you always thought you could rely on. A lot of people throughout those three years thought that you were somehow a Marley spy, but that was soon forgotten as Hange made a public announcement about it. You needed answers for everything but more than anything you just wanted to see him, talk to him, and hold him. Because above all else, you still loved him.

You were now a high ranking official in the Scout Regiment. Your intelligence and experience helped you land the position. Especially with the recent developments with other countries. You had helped Hange and other become more diplomatic. While maintaining the idea that your island is still dangerous.

Now here you were on a boat, disguised as a tourist with a few friends and other me members of the regiment. You were tasked on getting intel on Marley. And so here you were feeling the wind blow your hair as the salty sea air filled your lungs. You felt peaceful despite the aching feeling in your heart. As Marley was Reiner’s homeland and there was a small chance that you would see him and that terrified you. You tried preparing yourself for it even taking to the commander on what to do if you should see him. But no amount of preparation could ever prepare you for the experience that lies ahead…

Thanks so much for reading💜 I apologize if the first part isn’t the best. I have better plans for the second one. Including flashbacks and more angst.

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-L.W.L

My Home

“Yknow, my village isn’t that far from here.. I could sneak out if I try.” Connie muttered boredly.

”My hometown is close too..” Sasha mumbled as her hand rested on her face. “They told me not to come back until I was normal.”

”They told me I was too puny to become one. Look at me now, I was in the top ten at the Training Corps. Takes a genius to become one.” Connie said.

”What about you Y/N? You’re from a village around here.” Bertolt asked as he kept looking at Y/N and at the chess board.

”Well, my parents passed away after my brother was born so it’s really just us two and a few others from my village.” Y/N explained.

”Oh.. im sorry to hear that Y/N. Sorry.” Bertolt stuttered embarrassed.

”It’s alright, I miss them at times but my brother doesn’t remember them. I had to step in for him but ever since I left for the military, the others have been taking care of him.” Y/N said.

”If you want Y/N, Connie. I can help you guys sneak out. Don’t you find it strange that we’ve been out on standby but we’re not even allowed our gear? We can use that time to leave.” Reiner said as he moved his chess piece.

Suddenly the whole scene unfolded as Sasha claimed to have heard footsteps, to which Nanaba came through the window to rush the cadets out and onto horses.

”The Titans came from roughly the SouthEast, anyone know that terrain?” A captain asked.

”That’s where my village is, please can we go there.?! I have to see if my village is safe, please!” Y/N pleaded. Watching the Captain hesitantly nod, Y/N and Reiner rode off, Bertolt following after them.

Reaching the village, Y/N looked around and saw not a single person wandering around.

”Caspian!” Y/N exclaimed as she rushed over to her old house. “Please be alive, please.”

Reaching the house, Y/N halted in her tracks as a Titan lay flat on its stomach and stared at her whilst crushing the house underneath it.

”Y/N, stay back!” Reiner yelled as he grabbed onto her. “You’re gonna get yourself killed! Imagine if that Titan could move, I would’ve lost you.”

”Reiner..” Y/N mumbled before tears fell from her cheeks and onto the ground as she turned to face him, his eyes widening at the sight of her.

”Y-Y/N.. did I grab you too hard? I’m sorry-“ Reiner said.

”Reiner what am I going to do? My brothers gone and so is the rest of my village!” Y/N sobbed out as she gripped onto his arms.

”H-hold on now. They could’ve survived, there’s no sight of blood or corpses so they could’ve escaped!” Reiner said reassuringly as he rubbed her back and pulled her into his chest.

“Really.?” Y/N asked as she sniffled and rubbed her eyes.

”Of course-“ Reiner began to say.

”Big…… si…ste….r.” A voice grumbled from behind. Turning to look behind, the same titan’s mouth was open and its eyes followed Y/N.

”Reiner, why is the Titan speaking.?” Y/N asked as she let go of him to turn and look at the Titan.

”W-what are you talking about Y/N? No ones said anything!” Reiner said.

”N-no.. it sounded so much like someone that I know. Reiner it really spoke! I could hear-“ Y/N began to frantically say.

”Y/N!” Reiner exclaimed as he gripped her shoulders and made him face her. “You’re too stressed out right now, you’re going hysterical.”

Suddenly Bertolt arrived and gathered their horses, informing them of no sighting of corpses or blood.

”See? No blood means they escaped.” Reiner calmly explained as he helped Y/N get onto her horse. They quickly rode off to meet with the others, Reiner and Bertolt talking amongst themselves.

”We can’t hide it from her for long, she’ll find out at some point.” Bertolt mumbled.

”I’m not having her live in fear for her whole life Bertolt. I’m keeping this a secret, she’ll come home with us. No, I still have to marry her, we’ll have a happy life together with children just how I always dreamed of-“

”Reiner.” Bertolt interrupted as the blonde turned to look at him. “You and I don’t have enough time left. We can get this mission done with and leave these Island Devils whilst taking Y/N and Eren.”

”Yeah.. we can do that.” Reiner said as he stared at the back of Y/N’s head.

Happy Birthday, Reiner Braun.

(I know it’s a bit late but my tumblr wasn’t working :< )

Suffocate me in those armoured tit pls

Long Distance Lovers

Reiner Braun x Female Reader

Sweat. That’s what Porco felt trickling his forehead and down his back as he shot up and sat against the bed frame. Rays of sunlight lit the room as he put on his shoes and walked to the warriors kitchen to see Reiner standing in front of the sink.

‘Great. This is probably the last person I want to see as of right now. Especially after that memory.’ Porco thought as opened the pantry.

“Morning.” Reiner said as he closed the tap and dried his hands.

“Hey.” Porco mumbled back as he pulled out snack bars, trying his best not to make eye contact. The two awkwardly sat at the table, waiting for others to arrive so they could start eating.

“You’re only gonna eat that?” Reiner asked, attempting to break the tension.

“Thanks for asking, shouldn’t you be worrying about your Devil Girlfriend.” Porco said mockingly as Reiner froze in his spot.

“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Reiner replied as he kept a his head down.

“Cut the shit, Reiner! I should’ve known you’d betray Marley once you’d get to that Island.” Porco yelled aggressively. “I saw everything in that bitches memory. Filthy Devils the reason we live like this-“

Suddenly, Porco was being lifted into air as Reiner gripped his collar. Anger was clearly evident on Reiners face as his features stiffened.

“Now you listen here you, bastard. I allowed it the first time but if you call her a devil again, so help me I’ll rip out your vocal cords until you can’t regenerate anymore.” Reiner threatened quietly. “That woman was probably the best thing that appeared in my life and I don’t care if she was born on that Island, she’ll always be an angel compared to the rest of this shitty world.”

Porco breathed heavily as they maintained eye contact before Reiners eyes widened and suddenly dropped Porco gently so he’d stand nicely.

“Sorry.” Reiner said as he held his head in one hand.

“Tch. You’re crazy you are. Falling in love like that.” Porco mumbled as they sat back down.

“I don’t care if you tell the officals.” Reiner mumbled as he looked up at Porco. “If anything it’s the last thing I care about now-“

“Relax asshole. I’m not gonna have them pass down the armoured titan because of.. that.” Porco interrupted as he reassured the blonde. “Let’s just keep this between us.”

“Yeah.” Reiner replied. “Did you by any chance hear what we said?” Porco scoffed at his question as he leaned back and crossed his arm over his chest.

“Yeah, you damn hopeless romantic.” Porco mumbled before speaking up. “From what I saw, you gave her a rose before embracing her.” It stayed silent for a good few seconds before Reiner smiled and chuckled at the response.

“I remember that. That rose must’ve been thrown out after I revealed myself.” Reiner mumbled as Porco nodded silently. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on Paradis, Armin sat next to a flustered (h/c) girl as he looked at her in shock.

“I didn’t expect you to see those memories, Armin.” Y/N mumbled embarrassed of what he saw. “I think Bertolt was the only guy who knew about me and Reiner.”

“Y-yeah.” Armin said, not wanting to reveal Ymir being present in the memory.

“What exactly did you see, Armin?” Y/N asked nervously as she looked up at him. “What memory did you see?”

“It was when he gave you a rose and uhh… showed you his love your physical touch.” Armin answered embarrassed as he recalled the hug and kiss in the memory.

“I remember that.” Y/N chuckled as she got up and walked to the window. “You dont mind if we keep this between us, right?”

“O-of course Y/N! I came to you first since I just thought I’d let you know.. I don’t know if it was right though. I feel like it’s made you uncomfortable with me.” Armin said.

“I’m not uncomfortable with you, Armin. It just caught me off guard.” Y/N reassured. “If anything I’m glad you came to me first.” Opening the window, Y/N grabbed a watering can and tipped it to put over the plants attached to the window. “If anything I feel bad that you kept it to yourself for a while.”

“I didn’t even realise you had flowers out near the window.” Armin mumbled as he got up and walked over to see a lot of roses.

“I’ve been growing them for 4 years.” Y/N said as a smile grew on her face before pointing at the biggest one in the middle. “That one. That one means the most to me.”

“Is it..?” Armin asked with yet another shocked look as Y/N nodded.

“That’s the same one that handsome idiot gave me.” Y/N said as she stared at the blooming flowers.

loser!Reiner has no idea how to talk to you, and practices conversations in his head just to forget every line when you smile at him across the dining hall at dinner and just stares back wide-eyed

loser!Reiner has wet dreams about you and wakes up with a curse, heading to the showers to stand under ice-cold water and try to forget the way it felt to hold you that close (you don't have sex in the dream, just kiss but that's more than enough for his subconscious)

loser!Reiner begs Annie to swap with him when you get assigned as her sparring partner, but loses his nerve when practice starts and ends up on his ass immediately, staring up at you in a daze

loser!Reiner can't protest when you apologize and offer to walk him to the infirmary, and might even play up his weakness a little so he can lean on your shoulder on the way

loser!Reiner hasn't heard the last five minutes of your conversation because he's so distracted by the way the sunlight hits your hair, and the way your eyes crinkle when you're enthusiastic about something

loser!Reiner blushes fiercely when the medic tells him his heart is way too fast, asks if he's sick with anything, has to close his eyes and pretend you aren't there so he can breathe normally again

loser!Reiner who starts writing his wedding vows in his head when you kiss him on the cheek before heading back to your room, tell him to take care of himself, look back over your shoulder with a little wave

loser!Reiner who endures relentless teasing from Bertolt and Annie because he gets flustered beyond belief by any mention of you, but secretly likes it because it's an excuse to talk about you more

⸻ 𝒦ℰℰ𝒫ℰℛ!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you’ve fallen for your darling bodyguard, and you’re over the moon to discover that he feels the same. but this feels borderline forbidden . . . for just how long can you keep what you have with reiner under wraps?

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ( 5k+ words of . . . ) bodyguard!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), fluff, nsfw, modern au, scion!reader (descending from a rich family/influential bloodline), hyperfeminine ‘girly-girl’ reader, reiner’s german, mutual pining, secret relationship / sneaky link, public display of affection (pda), food play, car sex (unprotected), slight dacryphilia, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. mama, baby, honey, princess), reader calls reiner ‘ papa, ’ explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ this post is an answer to an anonymous ask: ‘ what about secret dates (turned sneaky links) with body guard! reiner??? ’ oh. my. goodness! nonnie, you’re a sexy genius and you should know it. tagging the amazing @ramonathinks! she’s the one who even introduced this bodyguard!rei-rei concept to me, and for that i’m so grateful :) ramona my love, thank you again for all the delicious reiner thoughts you always send my way! now enjoy, xoxo ♡︎

reiner’s your bulking shadow, never trailing too far behind.

he’s been hired by your parents to ensure your safety. nothing more, nothing less. he’ll follow your every step and drive you wherever you please; after all, it’s what he’s paid to do.

things started off the way they should— professional. from the very beginning, reiner knew to keep his distance, and that he did. but he soon realized just how hard that would become . . . you’re effortlessly gorgeous, sharp with your words and caring to a fault. his growing affection was only a matter of time.

nowhere on the criteria for the job does it say that he should be developing feelings. observing your habits, committing them to memory and predicting your behavior is the only thing he’s got any business doing. yet, he loves to feel the softness of your palm in his hand when he helps you into the backseat of your car, even if the contact is just for a split second at most. he finds himself peeking glances at you from the rearview mirror, soaking in how pretty you look when you’re unaware of his gaze. in truth, reiner wishes you didn’t have such an effect on him; that would make work-life much easier on his poor soul. well, love isn’t known for being simple, now is it?

it takes about four weeks on the job for him to grow a soft spot for you. reiner’s always been a hopeless romantic, oh-so quick to fall. he’d willingly lay down his life for the sake of your own, and not just because he’s getting a paycheck for it. thanks to the job description, his devoutness isn’t questioned.

before long, reiner can tell you’re becoming attached to him as well. on a fateful night, he even overhears the phone call between you and your friend, something about ‘ mister braun being so sexy that it hurts . . . ’ your bodyguard is nothing if not a man of dignity. he never meant to eavesdrop! it’s just that he's stationed outside your room for night patrol. he’s now especially glad about being up at five in the morning; he wouldn’t have been able to hear this otherwise. your confessions pry a subtle grin from his lips. there he stands, smiling to himself in the dimly lit hallway where nobody can see him blush like a schoolboy.

‘ nuh-uh, i can’t! that man works for my parents . . . he’s completely off-limits. it's a damn shame, isn’t it? ’ you release a sigh, one so exasperated that he can hear it through the other end of the door. call reiner crazy, but it sounds to him like you’re yearning to have him all to yourself. in a sudden moment, you're emerging from the room, donned in a tiny pink nightgown. cute, but thin as fuck. leaves nothing to the imagination, even. it’s the flimsiest thing he's ever seen you wear.

reiner’s cheeks burn so red that is downright embarrassing, thankfully you're unable to see him. he’s quick to lift his head and look towards the ceiling instead— much more suitable than ogling the tits of his very own client. you wouldn’t be able to catch him staring regardless, considering how the entire corridor’s tainted with darkness, but he wouldn’t dare try to steal a peek anyway.

what he can see, though, is your leisurely smile as you tell him you’re headed to the kitchen to grab a cool glass of water.

“would you like to escort me there too, mister braun? or can i go do something by myself for once?”

you’re playing with him, he realizes. just mere teasing meant to be absolutely harmless. your voice sounds much sweeter at this hour; soft and casual, coated lightly with fatigue from a busy day’s schedule.

“as long as we’re indoors, you can go anywhere you like, madam.” says reiner, “i’ll be here if you need me.”

you make your way to the refrigerator, prancing down the mansion’s luxe spiral staircase, and reiner’s rampant heart finally begins to calm. he wonders if you’d meant for him to hear you on that call. (by now, he knows just how cheeky you can be; it was definitely purposeful.) nevertheless, he's got a job to keep. neither your mother or father would respond kindly if they were to find out that he's become attached to you, or vice versa. he can hardly imagine playing the boyfriend when in reality, he’s supposed to be making sure nothing suspicious comes anywhere near a mile-long radius of you . . . it’s laughable! he’s sure your parents have more than enough money to make him disappear in the blink of an eye— that chilling fact alone puts him on his best behavior.

reiner decides to conceal it; the way he feels for you. keeps his back straight and arms folded to portray the unapproachable persona that got him hired in the first place. you eventually decide to question him over why he so-often wears that solid expression, ‘ like he doesn’t know how to smile, ’ is how you put it. it’s the very first time that you ever hear him laugh, and you turn out to like the sound. rumbly and full of bass. he couldn’t bring himself to admit that in every waking moment, it takes everything to suppress his smile whenever he sees you.

eight months of being in his company brings you to notice that reiner’s a decent listener. he makes for a great conversation, too. sure, he’s just your bodyguard, but he’s got a good ear and a smooth voice. your talks with him are always so lovely; he gives you the comfort to open up about things you’d never be able to tell your parents. pride washes over him when you admit that he’s the only one you genuinely trust. and in these moments, reiner allows himself to get vulnerable too. he tells you of his love for football as a youth, how he takes combat classes five times a week, and that he’s got tons of sisters, brothers and cousins back home in the countryside. the pair of you are so different that the contrast could almost be considered terrible. though, the longer you stay in each other’s presence, the less you can bring yourselves to care.

you and your bodyguard have grown . . . close, to say the least. the way you’re always latching onto his brawny form seems much more than friendly, especially to your parents. ‘ i feel secure with him! ’ is your claim. they’d beg to differ, but your wellbeing is enough to keep them satisfied. reiner excels at his job, and more importantly, the big blonde lug makes you happy. nobody they’ve hired in the past was ever able to get in your good graces; you utterly hated all your former bodyguards. they were much too controlling, lingered too close.

but mister braun was able to differentiate himself. he listens to your dreams and fears alike, treats you like a capable woman instead of some spoiled brat. it also doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly easy on the eyes . . .

reiner can no longer take it. the woman of his dreams is right in front of him, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. the smoothest advance he can make is standing at your right side and slinking an arm around your waist, with claims of it being for your ‘protection.’ but the both of you know it’s only the proximity he’s chasing after. the way he looms beside you was always more self-indulgent than it was for safety. he just liked the closeness of it all.

he feels so much for you, and he’s virtually dying to tell you. but there’s countless reasons why he shouldn’t— particularly the risk of losing his job. every now and again, reiner chooses to be a little bit stupid, all consequences be damned. he works up the nerve to release his confession with slow and careful words. you quickly reciprocate, arms thrown around the back of his neck and tugging him into a cozy hug. he takes you by the waist and pulls you closer in— god, he’s been wanting to do this for so long. reiner hums when your manicured fingers ghost his nape, nails grazing the ends of his hair, with your tits pressed to his own chest. the pair of you fit better than he ever could’ve imagined.

you don’t know whether to call yours and reiner’s relationship ‘ official ’ — can it really be deemed as such when you’re the only ones who know? you dare not mention this to your parents, ‘cause he’s got a job to keep and you couldn’t possibly bear him not being around.

so, you’ve both decided that it’ll be a secret. shared only between you and him, so nobody’s able to intervene. dating your bodyguard is fun— brief kisses being shared when you’re the only ones in the room. the way he snugly hooks his arm around your body when escorting you feels tighter, a little more intimate. in a way, keeping things under wraps feels exhilarating.

your particular relation with mister braun isn’t verified to the outside world, but people are catching on. whenever you go out, reiner’s sure to follow. paparazzi-taken photos of you are occasionally uploaded to the internet, and it’s always a given that he’ll be included. after several months of being seen together time after time, it’s typical of people to assume that this so-called ‘ bodyguard ’ of yours is more of a boyfriend. they aren’t too far off, but you clearly won’t go out of your way to confirm their suspicions. you’re always captured in a picture of you clinging onto his burly arm with a glossy smile. your sweet expressions contrast nicely with his forever-furrowed brows. he’s handsome in this intimidating way, the tabloids say.

it’s a slow-moving thursday when reiner decides to take you on your first date with him. he waits a good hour and forty-five minutes for you to get ready. he’s used to this, of course. by now, he’s got nearly a year’s experience of waiting on you hand and foot. but tonight, his nerves get the best of him. you finish up when he least expects you to— for fuck’s sake, you even catch him pacing in the goddamn kitchen. the sight of you melts his concerns, just a little. you’re done up glamorously from head to toe, and reiner can’t contain his smile, nor hold back his stare. your light lashes are curled and wispy, with blush scattered along your cheekbones. your plush lips are pink with tint, and you’ve got on this figure-hugging outfit that he’d love to tear off of you.

you scan your surroundings, peering at every angle of your spacious home in search of your parents. after ensuring the coast is clear, you engulf him in your arms, wishing you could kiss him but you’re all dolled up and your lips are lined and glossed. reiner nuzzles his nose into the crook in your neck, inhaling faint traces of your most beloved vanilla parfum.

“god, you look so fuckin’ beautiful,” his whisper is soft against your warm flesh. you rub your hands along his broad shoulders, then slide them down his firm biceps. “and you look sexy in black,” you perk up at him, eyes round and gleaming. he loves you, he’s come to realize. and the last thing he wants is to screw this up . . .

he’s thinking too damn much. you can easily tell. it’s obvious in the way his thin blonde brows wire downwards like something’s wrong.

“reiner . . . stop it.” you order, voice serious. you only ever speak that way when you want his utmost attention. to that, he fixes his posture and stands tall as if he’s on patrol.

“stop what?” is his vague response, hands loosely positioned at either one of your hips. you lift your palms to cup his face, feeling the definition of his high cheekbones and firm jawline beneath your fingertips. he’s gorgeous, you think.

“for one, you’re clenching your teeth,” you mention, caressing his rigid jaw line until the tightness lessens. his stubble’s rough and scratchy, but it fits him so damn well. “and you’re frowing, baby.” next, your thumbs trail up to his brows, gently kneading at the creased arch. “relax.”

“m’sorry,” reiner lets out, tone low and pleading. his hands rub at your sides in an anxious pattern. “it’s jus’ that you’re so important to me . . . i wanna do this right, y’know?”

“i bet you will, rei. no need to worry, hm?” you shoot him a soft smile, and he returns it; one of the rare times you catch a glimpse of his nice and shiny teeth. “now show me a good time, papa.”

right before taking your leave , your parents have questions for you— almost too many. you don’t have any business meetings or mall trips on your schedule, so where on earth is he taking you to? rei-rei claims that he’s bringing you to a new restaurant that you’ve been meaning to try. he’ll drive you there and stay on patrol; or so he says. they decide not to question the unusually neat way his blonde hair is slicked back, or how his black dress-shirt and slacks look sharper than usual. hell, he smells amazing too. it can’t be denied that mister braun cleans up nicely.

see, reiner told a partial truth to your family. you’re on your way to a new german restaurant that’s about twelve minutes out, it’s just that you wanted to try it out with him in particular. on the drive there, you just can’t seem to restrain yourself from gazing at the man. reiner looks so put together like this, in a strapping black outfit that‘s snug against his arms, chest and thighs. his side profile’s flawless— he’s got a perfectly defined nose that slopes down to his lips, and you yearn to lick on his protruding adam’s apple. he’s got one hand on the wheel, merging into lanes and making u-turns, while the other that’s unoccupied intertwines with your softer, smaller one.

upon reaching a red light, he takes the opportunity to lift your hand up to his face, trailing his lips along the back of it. “lieblich . . .” he murmurs something in his native tongue that you can’t seem to understand, though you know its meaning is a sweet one. your grin makes him forget all about the risk he’s taking.

upon reaching your destination, reiner’s back in bodyguard-mode. that’s how he gets whenever you’re in public. yes, you’re on a date, but your safety will forever be his number one priority. he escorts you in with a large hand fit snugly into the small dip of your back as he confirms the reservation. his touch never leaves you, not even for a second. he does that thing; where he takes a brief one-over of the area, scrutinizing his environment before making the next move. you go one, two, three stories up, to the VIP floor where your dinner seats reside.

it’s a lot, he knows— the velvet floors, fancy cream-white seats and glass-like walls that showcase an aweing view of the city. you’re more than used to the finer things in life, so the only thing he wants to give you is what you deserve.

you’re raving on about how nice everything looks, leaning back into your seat as you sip on a flute of sheer-pink rosé. he’s relieved to know that he was able to make you smile tonight. a waiter presents themselves, and reiner effortlessly engages with them in german conversation. his words are smooth and fluid as he translates all the entrée and sides you asked for. even when placing a simple order, he’s still the sexiest man on earth. would now be a bad time to kiss the hell out of him?

the next three hours go by quick. you’re chatting and laughing and trying bits of each other’s platters ( though, it's mostly you eating a over half of the food from his plate . . . ) you got yourself salted-caramel ice cream for dessert, and reiner’s mischievous enough to lean close and lick the dripping residue off the corner of your lips. you gasp at him and deliver a playful kick to his foot from under the table.

“what? you had somethin’ there.” is the given excuse for his rascal behavior. naughtiness twinkles in his golden-brown eyes. there aren’t many people up here on the expensive floor, apart from two other occupied tables located on the other end of the room, and a handful of waiters that leave the kitchen every now and again. he’s lucky there isn’t anyone to catch you both.

“you’re crazy,” your laugh is infectious, “don’t make me return the favor.”

in a quick motion, reiner swipes a finger into the ice cream, his touch meeting a subtle cold. before the caramel gets the chance to melt all the way down the length of his digit, he smears some across his bottom lip. his tongue juts out to lick up the rest of the treat from his index finger.

“oh, please do.”

being away from probing eyes has made reiner bold as ever. you take him up on his request, tilting forward so that your tongue can eagerly swipe over his lips and wipe them clean. mostly sweet, just the tiniest bit salty. you want more of him already.

there’s isn’t a soul watching, so reiner escalates it. in an instant he’s got your lips merging, his hand squeezing your thigh from under the table, hot puffs of air escaping you both. “oh my god— you’re g’na get me in trouble, rei!”

“so be it,” reiner mumbles in reply, his words ticklish against your lips. from underneath his fingertips, reiner senses how tightly you press your thighs together, hungry for friction. he’s even beginning to feel worked up himself. but, the pair of you haven’t gone that far yet. the most you’ve done are hour-long makeout sessions on your king-sized bed in the earliest points of the day, when you have enough privacy to get away with it. but you wouldn’t mind feeling him in a new way tonight . . .

“you wanna get out of here, don’t you, mama?” reiner coos, cheeks rosier with his eyes slightly lidded. “mhm,” you’re quick to agree. so he puts the payment for the meal on his tab, takes your hand in his and leads you back down to floor one until you’re out of the building and back inside your window-tinted g-wagon.

mister braun is big. you’ve always known it from his appearance alone, but fuck, it holds a much greater meaning when he’s got you tucked into the backseat of your mercedes with his slacks pulled down to his ankles and your dress strewn sideways, making a slow attempt to press himself into you.

“fuck. let me in, princess,” reiner’s grunt is low, throaty enough to make you clench. your flesh feels hot and your pussy’s leaking all over the coffee-brown suede seats. he knows well enough to play around with your clit, reveling in the noises you make when his pressure increases. simultaneously, his lips suction at the smooth flesh of your neck. it feels like you’re burning up, and he’s the only one who can quench your fire.

experimentally, his hips tilt forward, and another two inches make its way in. he’s only got his fat tip and then some past that dripping hole of yours, but it’ll take much more to stretch you wide open for him. he’s groaning and muttering all sorts of profanities— about how tight you are, how good you feel, how fucking nasty this is of you.

“c’mon, woman,” reiner sucks a sharp breath into his lungs, goading you on, “lemme fuck this tight pussy.” he’s got you dangerously aroused, done by the effort of a few dirty words. wetness dribbles down from your slit to the place you and reiner carnally join, slicking up his girthy shaft as he continues to break himself past your tight rings of muscle. you claw at his solid arms, basking in the stretch. his size is imposing, forcing you open to accommodate all of him. it burns in the best way possible.

“m—more, papa,” you make out a pretty whine, knowing just how he loves your begging. you’ve got your lips agape, kissed raw from reiner’s earlier advances. you grow restless and begin to rock your hips, aching to take the entirety of him.

“mm, don’t worry, baby. i’ll give it to you so good,” it takes a little more of reiner bucking his pelvis, movements careful and shallow, for him to finally make it in. he’s bottomed out, and you can feel the throbbing from his underside. having you wrapped around him feels so incredibly right. you clench rapidly, enveloping him in an incomparable warmth.

by the time he’s made everything fit, you’re a darling little mess. your hair’s gotten frizzy and your eyes are all big ‘n glassy, with your lower lip tucked underneath your teeth. one moan after another escapes you, streaming into his ears like liquid gold. reiner throbs at the sound of every little mewl. he licks away your tears which you hadn’t even known began to fall, catching them before they can roll down the apples of your cheeks. you love the feeling, it’s just that there’s so much of him to handle at once— his fat cock, searing-hot tongue, large roaming hands . . . he's this close to consuming you whole, and you want him to.

reiner’s attentive with the way he fucks you. out, in, the pattern goes, hips drawing back before he slams back into your shaking frame all over again. he hits so unbelievably deep every time, like the width of him can’t help but prod against every spot you have. he manages to stimulate every inch of your walls, bumping every crook and ridge possible. not a part of you goes unattended to. reiner dips his head low to catch your beaded nipple between his lips, while his cock drives further inside and impels you to make more room, just for him.

as gentle as he may try to be, reiner’s undeniably a hefty man. taking it slow won’t make any difference; every deep plunge he makes into your cunt has the car creaking on its very own wheels.

“i fuckin’ love you,” he drops the heated words, punctuated with drilling thrusts; but the dick’s got you goin’ all dumb on him. it’s cute, he can’t deny, but reiner needs you to know exactly what you mean to him. so he grips at your chin from either side and lightly squeezes your cheeks together, tender with care but steady enough to make your eyes uncross and focus on him alone.

“you hear me? i— goddamnit, love you more than anything. love you so much,” the deeper he pushes in, the less you can manage to breathe. you feel the pulsing of his cock in your tummy, and it’s like the tip snags so deep that it nearly lingers in your throat. you feel yourself bounce against the seat, tits jiggling whenever he sinks inside, draws out, and snaps right back into you. your gut feels tightly wound up, and your pussy’s become impossibly more sensitive.

you’re close, he can feel it. your walls flutter with more ardor than before, squishing against the base of him with a tightness gratifying enough to spur moans from deep within his chest. you even bring your hands down to claw at his asscheeks, firm and round to the touch; the perfect source of leverage.

“r— reiner!” you cry out to him, and he’s sure his name hasn’t sounded so good up until now. he wonders if you can actually hear yourself and just how slutty you sound. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby?” to that you nod, head bobbing desperately. you don’t have to tell him, he knows. reiner’s knowledge is keen on the topic of you. what you like, what you don’t, and when you’ve had enough. now he’s truly taking his sweet time getting to know you from the inside out.

he presses a consoling peck to your forehead, maintaining that undoing pace of his. the repetitive ‘plat’ of his heavy balls smacking into your sticky cunt is dull compared to the huffing, panting and whining, but it’s there in all its vulgarity.

“ooh, i know exactly what y’need, princess. papa’s g’na take care of you . . . ” reiner doesn’t even say it above a whisper, just declares his devotion in the softest way he can. he slips a hand down the middle of your sweat-streaked bodies to bring some attention back to your precious clit, lewdly slick and much puffier than earlier. he gives swift strokes using the pads of his fingers, combined with the fluid roll of his hips, until you're arching into his broad chest and snapping your quivering thighs closed, trapping his wrist in between them.

reiner can unravel you with such ease, like he lives for the sole purpose of your pleasure and nothing else. you convulse against him, so he slows. but reiner hardly lets up. not completely, that way he’s able to ride you through it. he continues on, feeding you shallow thrusts to near his own high. his movements turn borderline erratic; thighs trembling, cock throbbing. he’s so close, “gonna cum,” his warning comes off as a groan, straight from the depths of his gut, erotic and primal. he’s clenching his teeth again— this time, for good reason. “where do y’want me?”

not a second is wasted before you plead, ‘ inside! ’ and with that, you’ve officially fucking broken him. never did he think his wildest dream would’ve come true by the very first date. lucky mister braun, getting to fill you up— especially when it’s what he’s been stroking himself to the thought of every other night. now, you’re practically crying for him to give it all to you. undoubtedly, he will.

he comes through one final, sloppy jerk of his hips. with a breathy grunt released into the car’s stuffy atmosphere , his warm seed spurts into you, tainting your womb. once reiner slips out, his thick cum pours down to present the most obscene view. it’s all so slippery, seeping down until there’s a wet puddle of your and his making beneath your ass. reiner’s body goes lax, thoughtfully balancing himself over you with his face propped onto your boobs. it’s only now that he realizes, legs cramped up, that he’s a bit too large for the backseat.

“ . . . i meant what i said earlier.” reiner’s voice comes off muffled, with his face stuffed between your tits and all. he looks adorable this way, gazing up at you with his lips curled into a slight pout. his arms loop your waist, snug and secure.

“mm, you said a lot of things earlier,” is your soft laugh, recalling his crude mouth and how worked up it made you. he allows you to rake your nails through his short blonde fringes.

“applying for this gig is the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me,” reiner makes an attempt to sit upright and show his conviction, but he ends up with his back hunched over in the restrictive space. he disregards his comfort and reaches for your hands, clasping them in his own. “i said that i love you . . . and i mean it.” his words are airy. he’s still winded from the sex.

“and i love you,” you mean it, too. with all your being. you love him in a way you've never loved anybody else. mister braun keeps you safe, sprinkles you with compliments, slips on your heels for you, puts you first. he makes you feel like this pairing has a chance, like you don’t have to hide it. besides, he deserves your all. you should be proud to call him yours, and that you are.

reiner always wants your kisses. in the morning when you wake, right before dinner, and as you’ve recently discovered, after sex too. you’re always eager to receive his lips pressed to yours. “i love you,” reiner adds in between pecks. he now says it like it’s second nature— he loves you. it makes your heart leap from beneath your chest. he kneads your bare thighs in his palms, slowly gliding his tongue into your mouth. without shame, you moan against his lips. slivers of spit tether you both even after you part.

“i want everyone to know that we belong to each other, reiner . . . my family, too.” you admit, peering up at his handsome face through your curled lashes. you’ve got your hands planted at his chest, feeling at the solidity of his pecs.

“tonight?” he asks, tone unsure.

“yes, tonight, rei!”

he adores your sudden zeal for honesty. he truly does, but—

“maybe another day would work better, princess,” reiner muses, “when your parents wouldn’t kill me for all those hickeys on your neck.”

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This was wayyy too cute 🥺

four letter word • reiner braun

romance didn’t come easy and learning was even harder but he’d do everything he could to make sure you felt loved.

no hardcore warnings, mainly fluff and a little angst (.1 second sex mention). Self indulgent because my lil aro ass is feeling dysphoric and moody tonight 🥺

“Whaddaya think, sugar? You like it?”

“It’s beautiful…”

you were speechless, at a loss for words for a better lack of terms. Tonight was like any other that you had shared with your partner of six months and some change, Reiner. Seated on the tailgate of his pickup, gazing at the stars above as he cradled you close with his arm and jacket draped across your shoulders. Out in the miles of fields and grassland that he and his hands tended to on the daily. For this particular occasion, your anniversary, he had littered the greenery with your favorite flowers and surrounded them with lights that spelled out three words ‘I love you.’ A very sentimental and shocking gesture to say the least. Not one person in your lifetime had ever even thought to do such a thing. On top of the amazing dinner at one of your favorite places and the countless other gifts. You were thankful…beyond blessed to have someone like him in your life.

“Well I wanted to do somethin’ special for ya’..”

“Special is understatement, pumpkin. I think you’ve outdone yourself..thank you..”

however, as the words left your mouth, Reiner couldn’t help but to note the faintest glimmer of gloom in your eyes. Underneath the pale moonlight, he’d gently reach for your chin and tip your face up towards his. You looked beautiful; a vision of pure perfection to him but even so, underneath your makeup and beaming smile, he could tell that something was amiss. So he decided to test his looking theory and utter the phrase he had been waiting to say all night:

“Of course, poundcake. I’d do anything to see ya’ smile. I love you, (y/n).”

it was then, whilst holding your face, he’d feel you tense up within in his grasp and the visible reaction spread across your face. You always did it..hesitated when he confessed his admiration for you. It wasn’t for a lack of feeling the same. You cared deeply for him..more so than any man who’d ever come into your life. But no matter how many times he told you, how many touches he bared and the kisses he gave you, you still found it difficult to mimic the words back. This was something he knew when he met you. That dating, relationships…it was all a challenge for you. He hadn’t had many partners in his own life either so he understood but it didn’t make it easier to quell his overly affectionate urges. Even so, he wanted to make you happy and he’d be as patient as possible to ensure you were comfortable. But you still felt bad! You felt as if you’d failed him as a partner. You were trying your hardest to but it felt like the words just caught in the back of your throat each time.

“..you did it again.”

“What?”

to which he’d only respond with a rather stern and somber look and you couldn’t take it. You’d begin to tear up a little before bursting into laughter. Which confused him all the same! “God, I suck. Don’t I?” “Of course not, baby! Why would you say that?!”

you knew he was trying to see the best in the situation as he’d always done but you couldn’t forgive yourself for nearly ruining this entire night. Not when he put so much thought into it. Not when he spent every single day living only to treat you like the queen you were! But just as you’d begin to cry, he’d gently brush a thumb over your cheek and continue to reassure you as he had done time and again before. “(Y/N). I know this is all new to ya’ and it’s hard. I know you’re trying your best and that ya’ care for me too. I feel it every single day..in the things you do for me. The food you make me on my lunch break, the little gifts ya’ buy me..and especially that thing you do with your tongue and the whipped cream—“ earning him a playful slap to the shoulder. “My point is, just because you don’t express it in the way everybody else does, doesn’t mean you don’t care. And it damn sure doesn’t mean that I love you any less. I couldn’t stop doing that if I tried.”

and if you weren’t already an emotional wreck prior, you were done for now! Wiping away those few strays, you’d begin to cheer up, feeling relief that he didn’t resent you for your romantic displays or lack thereof..no matter what, he wasn’t going anywhere! Not for now and not for a million lifetimes. You guys were in it for the long haul..reaching over, he’d pull you into a big embrace and eventually, a passionate kiss, leaving you with a peck to your forehead. “I love you, Rei..so much.” And he’d never let you forget that he felt the same! Now that that was all settled, he just had one more pressing matter to address:

“Now…speaking of that whipped cream—“ asking with his face tip downward as he eyed you and you’d merely shake your head and laugh.

“Hold on, papa. We just had dinner. Gonna have to wait a lil’ bit for dessert now.”

reiner with asian s/o hcs

disclaimer : none would delete this soon tho im scared

- this man definitely doesn’t know how to cook rice but he likes to play with the rice.

- he got shocked when u had a breakfast with katsu curry and rice(this was in the beginning of ur relationship

- end up eating it with u tho 

- would watch korean drama with u 

- absolutely get upset when you’re too focus with the drama and ignore him

- he probably doesn’t like sushi

- went to groceries and bought SO MANY dried olives, he thought it was boba and you’re gonna like it 

- absolutely would look dumb yet cute when u told him it was dried olive and he went😮😮😯 “oh right..im sorry😬”

- HE LOVES DUMPLINGS pls feed him much dumplings🥺

- would make dumplings with u and waste the dumplings wrapper cause he doesnt like the shape he made(this one obviously makes u angry)

- he hates spicy food

- would watch u eating those spicy food and praise u once you’re done with ur meal “damn babe you’re so cool🤯”

RAN OUT OF IDEAS BYE MY HEADS BUR

reiner as cats parent

NO ONE ASK FOR THIS BUT AJSAJSHASAKJSAKS I JUST CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW CUTE HE IS AS A CAT PARENT

cw : none. enjoy!

anyway sorry for the gramatically error m not a native😬

- probably would have 2 cats  

- reiner would name the cats over something weird like mr. growltiger & sir nutcracker (eaj’s guitar wohoo)

- i picture him as someone who prefer furry cats such like ragdoll and persian long hair

- loves his cats more than his lover(best believe)

- would ask you to just come to his house and play with his cats on the weekend

- spoil his cats, take them to the vet for check up every month, take them to cat salon, BUY CLOTHES N SHOES FOR THEM N TOOK LOTS OF PICTURE OF THEM WEARING THOSE THINGS (aaaaaaaa cutie😖😖😖🥰)

- would show u the picts tho

- play jazz musics for his cats

- probably would make them a playlist tho...

- he feed his cats A LOT LIKE PROBABLY EVERY 2 HOURS 

- HIS CATS WOULD BE SO FLUFFY N HEAVY BUT NVM THEY LOOK CUTE DOE

- feed the cats with pricey foodies 

- celebrate his cats bday with you

- ALSO WOULD BUY BUNCH OF SALMON FOR THEM

- ow don’t for get the candles he put on top of the salmon 

- his cats seems to like you more than their owner aka dearest mr. braun

- absolutely would be jealous and planning to not let u see his cats but obviously fail bc the one who look after them when he’s away is you (busy man indeed)

- grumbled  “i am the dad i take care of them i feed them i pay all the bills for them why do they like you better???? ungrateful shitty cats ” for real bro

- would ask u to send bunch of his cat picts when he’s away

- annoy his cats when they’re sleeping 

- loves to belly rub his cats🥰🥺

- IDK BUT I HAD A THOUGHT THAT HIS CATS WOULD B GRUMPY WHEN THEY’RE WITH HIM😭😭 

- obviously would mock his cats, point his finger to them and say such things like “i work hard to spoil you two and this is how you thank me????!!!!”

- poor man, he must be sad

- took a lot of picture of you playing with his cats

- probably would make it an album on his phone gallery

- also has an instagram highlight of u and his cats 

- would invite you to picnic date with the cats HSJJSDHADJHSHDSDHDHAH🥺🤯

- of course would dress the cats with clothes n shoes he bought 

- the cats would sleep with you and reiner in the bedroom sometimes

- gets upset when the cats closer to u

- but lowkey feels happy tho he thinks its cute

K BYEEE I CAN’T HOLD THIS ANYMORE i want him to be my cats papa ://