Description: you’re so soft, so pliant against him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as you look up at him. it makes Oikawa want to ruin you. so, he does.
Warning: explicit smut - corruption kink, overstimulation, one mention of videotaping, soft dom!Oikawa, shy!Reader
Length: 4.1k words
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Oikawa had only wanted to kiss you goodbye.
That’s all he had meant to do - end the night a little sweet before leaving your doorway for the drive back to his apartment. Maybe even whisper something in your ear about how he couldn’t wait to see how pretty you looked in your outfit for the next date night, just so he had one last chance to see your face grow pink at his cheekiness.
But he doesn’t even reach that far, because before he can pull away, you’re grasping on to the thick of his shoulders, bringing his lips back against your soft ones. You’re kissing him hard, with far more vigour than he was expecting. It’s uncharacteristic of you. He can’t bring himself to pull away.
He wants to lose himself - to the saccharine scent of your perfume, to the magnetic pull of your arms as they loop around his neck, to the feeling of your soft tits pressing up against the hardness of his chest. Suddenly, Oikawa’s intoxicated, and it has nothing to do with the wine from earlier tonight. No, it’s you; you’re everywhere, all around him. And he’s so tempted to simply give in to the inebriation.
But he shouldn’t. It was too early, wasn’t it? No, he should wait until you’re ready. That would be the right thing to do. All he had to do was gently pull away from you and-
“Oikawa-kun… I need you to, um, to touch me? Please?”
Fuck. You’re practically begging him to fuck you. And he wants to. Oikawa wants to.
warnings. SMUT, eager yuuji, face sitting, cumming untouched, uhhh, kinda soft(????), embarrassed blushy yuuji, lots of inner thoughts (???), sukuna being a lil shit, uhhh
an. this is for that one nonnie who asked for some yuuji n i had to oblige :) i love this man he so cute omg ALSO cannot tell if this is good or not lmao wrote it half asleep so ignore typos n such
ever since yuuji first laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted one thing.
it wasn’t necessarily a relationship, even though he knew you would make an excellent partner; it wasn’t a friendship either—he could never have enough of those and yet it wasn’t what he truly wanted.
what itadori yuuji really wanted from you was… embarrassing.
yuuji was no stranger to his body and libido but the attraction he felt for you was otherworldly. he could hardly breathe when you walked around the corner, much less focus on exorcising a curse. it had gotten so bad that even gojou-sensei had caught on and teased him relentlessly about his infatuation with you.
and that’s what it was—a mere infatuation that would pass in a month… or two… or five… well it wasn’t going away but that didn’t mean he liked you liked you.
all he wanted was—
“i want you to sit on my face.”
what the FUCK.
the minute the words left his lips, a firetruck red blush spread over his entire face and chest, his mouth babbling apologies and curses.
it didn’t help that yuuji could just feel sukuna sitting in the back of his head, mocking and teasing him. now all he wanted was to sink through the floor never to be seen again.
in the midst of an emotion-filled tirade of an apology, a soft hand found its way on his cheek, a thumb caressing the mark that resides there.
yuuji immediately shut up as he leaned his face into your touch. he couldn’t keep his eyes from fluttering shut from your ministrations while simultaneously ignoring sukuna laughing at how easy it was for you to gain control of the infamous vessel.
the both of you stood there for what felt like hours to yuuji but was probably more close to 2 minutes. he had almost forgotten about his previous mortifying sentence until you opened your mouth to speak.
“you want me to sit on your face?” you questioned with honest curiosity in your voice, not noticing how yuuji’s body tensed instantly at the subject change.
the red flush was back as he moved to bolt out of your arms and hopefully to the bottom of the ocean where he would not have to deal with this horrifying incident.
you, being super observant, of course noticed yuuji’s hesitance to respond to your query, his eyes constantly darting off to the side as he stammered some kind of excuse to get away.
you caught the words “meeting” and “ocean” in the midst of his rambling before deciding to take matters into your own hands, hoping to save the poor boy from an early heart attack.
yuuji was about ready to pass out when your soft (so soft, were they always like this or did you use chapstick, oh my gosh was that cherry flavored??) lips pressed against his, pulling him into a gentle kiss.
his body relaxed in your hold, his massive, calloused hands coming up to hold your hips. he could faintly hear sukuna urging him to take charge of the situation but yuuji was more than content to have you hold the reins especially when you did something with your tongue leaving him weak in the knees.
the kiss wasn’t at all sultry at first but it quickly turned that way, your tongue pushing its way into his mouth and meeting his, allowing a small whine to crawl up the back of his throat.
yuuji pushed you away from himself, his chest heaving and lips kiss swollen. he looked a little less embarrassed and a little more turned on which gave you the confidence to finally answer his question.
“i want to sit on your face,” you said nonchalantly, ignoring the throbbing between your legs and the heat of your cheeks. his reaction was immediate; a loud groan escaped his chest and his knees buckled beneath him.
you reacted quickly and caught him but not before he dragged you down to the ground with him. yuuji landed with a thud and you landed hard on top of him, both your legs straddling his hips leaving your wet heat beneath your skirt just a breath above his hard cock pressing against the zipper of his pants.
when you looked back down at him, you reveled in his reaction, a bright red covering his cheeks and his mouth slightly agape at your closeness.
you grinned and leaned back down, your lips grazing his ear. “i said i want to sit on your face—will you let me do that yuuji? want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” his eyes rolled back in his head while his hips involuntary bucked up into yours. your words affected him much more than he expected— you just sounded so sexy.
“yes yes yes, please sit on my face, i need you, i need your cum—fuck—just please,” he begged, his hands finding your hips again to push them down against his own. he thrusted against you, whining when he felt you leak over his crotch.
you moaned softly at his voracity but still swiftly maneuvered your way out of his hold so that you could pull your soiled panties off before straddling over his lips.
yuuji’s eyes locked onto your dripping wet heat, craning his head up to get a taste but you lifted up too far for him to reach. he whimpered loudly, his eyes turning glassy as he made eye contact with you.
you continued your little game of hovering over his mouth in reach but then pulling back when he got too close until he was whining and crying, tears leaving tracks on his cheeks and liquid on your thighs.
as much as you loved seeing him this desperate and debauched, you decided to stop teasing him and give him what he wanted. slowly, you lowered yourself back down to his red lips, giggling a little when he groaned thinking that you were teasing him yet again, but when you didn’t stop his eyes widened in shock.
you were actually going to sit on his face, smother him with your thighs, suffocate him in your pussy and he was going to love every. single. second.
when you got into licking range, he delved in, his tongue slurping the juices that pooled in your slit before thrusting his tongue as far as it could go.
the pleasure overwhelmed you, your hand reaching down to thread itself in his strawberry strands. he moaned into your folds, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure up your spine.
while what you were feeling was nice, it wasn’t enough. keeping your hand in his hair, you began to gently roll your hips against his face, allowing for your clit to rub against his nose giving you much needed friction.
this action seemed to please yuuji immensely, his hands coming up to lift your hips from his mouth to groan, “yes yes yes, fuck my face, use me—fucking shit,” before pulling you back down and devouring you.
you barely stood a chance against yuuji’s talented tongue, the only words coming out of your mouth being profanities and slurred variations of his name. he was enjoying himself too, his hips rutting up into the air while his tongue sucked at your folds.
the knot in your stomach was coiling tighter but you needed one more thing. “y-yuuji, my c-clit— ah ah fuck!” apparently he takes instruction like a champ, his lips moving up to pull your clit in his mouth and sucking hard.
your mouth dropped open in a silent moan while your hand tightened in his hair, your body curling in on itself as you rutted against his mouth to ride out your orgasm. yuuji licked and slurped you to help you ride out your high.
finally, you came down from your peak, your legs feeling like jelly as you pulled yourself off his face before dropping down and lying beside him. after you regained your breath, you tilted your head to look at him, your cheeks burning at the sight of his face covered in your slick and his eyes closed in bliss. you allowed your eyes to trail down his toned body until the rested on his crotch where a damp spot was steadily growing.
you quickly tore your eyes away from the erotic sight and forced them back up to his, only to find that he was already looking at you with a sweet, content, and almost bashful smile playing on his cheeks. he really was sunshine incarnate and you couldn’t do anything but smile back.
“i enjoyed that,” he started, his eyes finally leaving yours and moving to stare up at the ceiling. “i hope we can do it again. you taste… very good.”
holy fuck, did his voice just get deeper?
you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes back at the sound before rolling on your side and pressing a hand to his chest. he shivered under your touch, his bottom lip being pulled into his mouth to keep a gasp from escaping.
god, he was cute.
lifting yourself up on your forearms, you leaned over to take his lips into a soft kiss, yuuji allowing a sigh to breathe into your mouth. when you reluctantly pulled away, he chased after you making you laugh. he giggled sheepishly at his eagerness as his eyes bore into yours with such heavy emotion that it struck you square in the heart.
shin x reader. dorohedoro. fluffy? as fluffy as drhdr can be. suggestive content. drabble. 580 words.
There’s a brief moment, right when he wakes up, where Shin can’t see.
“Aw, fuck.” He usually leaves his glasses on his nightstand, right where he needs them. He takes extra precautions now, after last time he was called in for a cleanup, left his glasses on the pillow next to him, rolled over onto them and cracked them under his weight by accident.
He fumbles around looking for it, his hand thumping on the hard wood, failing to find any hint of them. “Goddamnit.” He’s well aware of the irony—he’s a guy who has no trouble chopping his own arms and fingers into pieces, yet is near-sighted and needs glasses to function.
Life’s funny like that. Absolutely fucking hilarious.
warnings: use of ‘Angel’ as a pet name, vaginal sex, a little bit of a size kink if you squint, slight begging (is that a warning idk)
(a/n): a bed of roses is an english expression that represents a carefree life, so das why my title is that lol. i also have been having extreme writer’s block and reiner brain rot, so this was both a blessing and a struggle to write. lmk if there are any mistakes so i can fix them!
summary: a morning with Reiner leads to some sex? (i know, horrible description lol)
The warmth of her bed grew comfortable against her cold limbs as (Y/N) heard the little birds outside sing their morning song to greet the new day. She felt Reiner shift to lay his arm across her body and pull her against him, his breath fanning across her forehead. She peeked an eye open to not only see her husband’s broad chest but how the rays of light sneaking in through the curtain danced across the room elegantly. She hummed in content as she burrowed herself into his chest, his arm squeezing her in reciprocation.
“We should get up,” she whispered, making no effort to pull away from Reiner. He hummed in agreement, his hand trailing up and down her back affectionately. She relished at the sweet moment, eyes closed to fall back asleep. “I think we can spare a few more minutes in bed,” Reiner answered after a few seconds of silence.
Summary: Reiner has revealed himself, this is the last goodbye to freedom, the last goodbye to you.
Warnings: SPOILERS! for those not caught up to S2 and beyond.
“Take my hand!” You screamed at him. “Take it now!” It was another scream, a plea, a desperate cry to take him back inside the walls to stay with you, to grow old with you.
“I have to go.” He states eyes never tearing from yours like they were taking in all these details to be the perfect last memory. It broke your fucking heart how Reiner Braun, the brotherly, strong, charismatic boy who would never leave a soldier behind now stood in front of you scared, broken in a pitiful slumped state. “No.” You shook your head, to defy his words and also shake the stinging feeling of tears forming. “No, we can fix this.” Lies, you knew that by the way, your voice cracked. How can they fix the damage done, the lives lost. But god did you want him to stay, it was insane and selfish desires that made you want to be with him even after everything. Even after years of mental torment, agony, endless nights of screaming - an adoration, a passion so deeply developed longed for his stay. Through all the pain he causes, he was there to fix it. Situating a chair beside your bed to help you sleep, by wiping tears away, shield you from horror and pain, to make sure you got up every single time no matter the circumstances.
“I-” what does he say? What can he say? You should hate him, you should kill him, end his suffering - not create more by having tears in your eyes, shaky breaths and a hand gripping his sleeve so tightly in distress. If he could’ve just listened to Annie and Bertholt, if he could’ve just accepted death at the young age they where when they set foot on Paradis if he had known the tournament he’d face, you’d face, he would’ve gladly let death guide him to where he belonged. He would’ve allowed himself to be tortured back in Marley if it meant all these screams of ghosts in his head would’ve never existed if these mixed personalities never interacted if you and he never interacted because then, you wouldn’t be here during the aftermath in this state.
How did you even find him? He’d been hiding after revealing himself, not even the scouts could find him. How long have you searched? How many miles did you go to find him?
“Please let go.” His chest hurts, his throat is closing, he can’t breathe. The pain that flashes in your eyes sets a heavy hit to his already crumbling world. “Please.” Reiner’s hand reached to grab yours gently, his calloused fingers wrapping around your fist, trying not to subconsciously intertwine his fingers against yours that shake. He savours the touch for a moment, inhaling sharply before pushing it into your body and taking a step back. A way to set a boundary, to set more cracks in this bond.
Finally, he breaks the eye contact. Unable to handle your crushed condition, unable to handle how yet another strong soldier is now shaking with tears due to him. “Kill me or leave.” It was rough, like a born Marley soldier giving orders. He wonders what look you have now, wonders if you’ll kill him. He hears a sob, it makes him wince more than the thought of your blade making contact with his head. “Okay.” It was a quiet defeat as you try to make any part of your body move, to flee. And after what felt like a much too long couple of seconds, it was made. It was a pathetic step back, but it was something. The cracks between you two became bigger, making a split cavern that none of you could leap to reach one another. “I’ll be trying to kill you next time we see each other.” You state, now closer to the edge of the wall yet unable to turn from him. “I know.” He answers, still looking anywhere but you. It was another sob from your lips as you clench the blade’s handles in your hand before you voiced your final words. “I love-” “I know.” He shouts. “I know.” He repeats, much quieter, much more dispirited. You nod, using a hand to put your hood up, finally sinking all these emotions to the pit of your stomach as a good soldier does. Turning your body, you showcase the wings of Paradis, wings of freedom and Reiner showcases tears as he watches you jump down, swinging away, flying with the last bit of freedom he had.
The last piece of liberty in his life was now gone and the final chain wrapped around his neck, enslaving him into a tortured soul.
I don’t know if this is allowed or too far??? But to me Reiner has a breeding kink,,, so can we get some headcanons please? 😳 love your work btw, I don’t mean to be a thirsty bitch but, Reiner is just *chefs kiss*
Oh this is definitely allowed 🤤 Thank you anon, let’s be thirsty bitches together 😩
Breeding kink Headcanons (Reiner Braun x Fem!reader)
cw: Sexual content, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions
Especially during his time on Paradis, Reiner certainly had a taste for dominance
Being the one in control makes him feel very macho and he likes knowing you rely on him for pleasure
It also helps him to feel better about himself since he likes doing something positive, all while keeping the secret about how much damaged he’s really done
Reiner is a massive guy and is certainly strong enough to fuck you against a wall when he feels like it, completely pinning you against it and using you however he wants
He prefers pinning you down to tying you up, he doesn’t have the patience for it and likes the feeling of you squirming and struggling against his hold as you take exactly how much he gives you
Hair pulling is a heavy feature. He loves the sounds you make as he tugs on it and he loves how it allows him to manoeuvre you however he likes
He’ll use it to pull your head back so he can kiss you while fucking into your from behind, he’ll use it to control the pace as you suck him off, just shy of roughly fucking your face
Reiner likes being in control of the pace and tends to lean towards rough, passionate fucking compared with slow romantic sex. It’s just too much for him and he’s not ready to he laid bare like that without having a breakdown and confessing everything to you
As much as he can, he’ll encourage you to use your voice, most of his dirty talk centred around the sounds you make. Although he’ll throw in praise and degradation on a whim depending on the night
“Whose cock is this? Who’s making you feel this good?”
As much as he enjoys the dominance, Reiner also enjoys the aftercare you need once it’s all over. When he’s been like that, he knows how important the subsequent love and cuddling afterwards is and makes sure you never miss out
Most of the time he’ll pull you onto his chest and draw little shapes on your back with the tips of his fingers. If you’re cold, he’ll throw a blanket over the two of you and snuggle, if you’re too hot, he’ll suggest a cold shower for you both
More than anything, he keeps close to you. He knows shit could hit the fan at any point so he wants to be as ready as he can for that day and not regret a single thing
pairings: armin arlert x gender neutral reader; eren yeager x gender neutral reader; jean kirschtein x gender neutral reader; levi ackerman x gender neutral reader; reiner braun x gender neutral reader
cw: fluff, jealousy, implicit nsfw, language
a/n: i promise i’ll stop making these headcanons but they’re so fun and easy to do whilst im busy with school but i swear i will finish my 1k event and start my 2k event after exams finish which is after the end of march
summary: in which the boy get jealous after seeing another man try and flirt with you
I’m just going to go ahead and make a whole masterlist for Reiner because I have a ton of stories with him and since I worship him there will be more to come from requests which I love and my own ideas but don’t fret I still write for my other fandoms. You can still find him on my regular masterlist, just click his name.
“I said I didn’t miss you,
but I lied,
Told myself I let you go.”
It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment
you fell in love with him, the times you spent together were something you
astutely tried not to think about, but you remembered when you became aware of
it with startling clarity. It had been after an especially tough practice
session, you stood side by side in the cafeteria as always, but your muscles
ached and your legs shook slightly under your weight. You’d complained about it
and Reiner - being Reiner - had put his arm on your head, leaning down and
smiling at you innocently despite the obvious added weight. You’d
half-heartedly attempted to swat him away but it shocked you in the moment when
it occurred to you that you… liked
it when he touched you, that there was a warmth in your chest and a fluttering
you’d never noticed before. There was no denying what you were feeling, you’d
read about this many times but feeling it was nothing in comparison. You knew
that it wasn’t the first time either, but it was the first time you’d
acknowledged it, admitted it to yourself.
“Reiner,” you warned, poking at his ribs. “Keep doing that and I might believe
you’re the one making me feel weak and not the training.”
Unfazed by your flirting, Reiner lifted a brow. “Oi, don’t play with me.”
Naturally, that opened up a slew of dirty replies but you never got the chance.
Krista and Ymir walked past you, trays of food in hand but it was Krista who
grinned as she turned to you. “You guys are so cute together.”
Ymir threw Reiner a sarcastic smirk as they walked on but Reiner had tensed up
the moment Krista spoke. His arm dropped to his side and it stung, twisting inside of your chest. It
felt like rejection. Which in itself was crazy. There was nothing between
Reiner and you. Nothing there to reject.
“Yikes,” you said lowly, somehow to cover up the hurt. “Krista, huh? That was
“U-ru-sai.” Reiner tugged at your
hair as he pronounced every syllable of the word. He walked off then, to join
Bertholdt. It hurt though, watching him walking away and the unmistakable way
he glanced over to where Krista was sitting. You’d looked down at the floor for
a moment, attempting to school your features so that you could pretend this wasn’t happening. That it
didn’t hurt. That what you were feeling somehow wasn’t real. But it was when
you looked up that saw someone had noticed. Jean. And there was no doubt from
the look on his face when your eyes met that he knew exactly what you were
feeling. You had known of his feelings for Mikasa for a while, Jean hardly
attempted to hide the longing in his eyes when he thought no one was looking,
but it wasn’t your business so you had never indicated to him that you knew.
So, it was you who turned you head away from him sharply, as if your refusal to
acknowledge it would simply make it not…real. Quietly, you slid into the seat
next to Sasha and when Jean took the seat in front of you, he didn’t give any
indication of what he’d seen on your face and he’d never mentioned it again. But
life with Reiner had become harder, he hadn’t allowed you to get out of
training with him, despite you trying every excuse known to man. Every time,
Reiner had simply given you an odd look and told you to come along and every
time, you’d gone without putting up a fight. Keeping your heart locked away
around the person who knew you best wasn’t always easy and looking back, you
always wondered if he’d somehow known and never said anything. If he continued
to be around you, if he continued to get close to you, knowing how you felt,
knowing who he was, would that make him the monster you tried to make him out
to be? Or maybe in the back of your mind you’d always know that Reiner had
needed you as much as you needed him. In those quiet moments where he’d shown a
vulnerability that hadn’t been in his character, had he been showing you parts
of him that he’d been hiding away? Had he been hoping you would notice?
Most nights, the uncertainty made you feel
crazy, driving your sleep further and further away. Which one was it? Was
Reiner a monster or was he someone just as broken and alone as you were? But
mostly you wondered if you ever got the chance, would you ask him. Would he
That chance came sooner than you expected
it to. Annie sought you out, something she’d rarely done before. It had always
been you, asking her to train, hanging out with her. Not the other way around.
She didn’t waste time with pleasantries either. You were on the deck, leaning
over the railing, finally getting some peace when she’d walked up to you.
“Are you that stupid?” Annie asked, leaning back against the wall behind you.
You glared at her over your shoulder, “Excuse me?”
“Do you seriously believe he liked Krista, Historia - whatever, more than you?”
Where the hell was this coming from? “I’m not discussing this with you.”
Annie scoffed. “Run away if you want. You’re good at that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Whenever you can’t face something you either lash out or run away. It’s not a
secret. Everyone knows. You’re just embarrassing yourself at this point.”
Nearing the end of your patience, you sighed sharply. “Annie, I swear-”
“Please use your brain for once. We were all sitting together the night you
said you were going to kill the Armoured Titan.”
You half turned towards Annie, almost determined to prove her wrong. That you
weren’t about to run.
“Reiner knew exactly what your motivations were and yet, even though we repeatedly tried to get him to stay the
hell away from you, he wouldn’t.”
You glanced away – out towards the ocean, fists clenching at your sides, every
instinct in you told you to get out. To tell Annie to shut up and mind her own
business. But you stayed still and Annie gave a little smirk as if she knew
exactly what internal battle you were facing.
“You could always count on me to be honest with you.”
“Yeah, no shit.” you huffed. “Even when I absolutely did not want to hear it.”
“Well, you’re going to hear it now. Yeah, maybe Reiner did have a crush on her,
all of these guys were drooling over Krista at one point. But, he was always in
love with you.”
Annie looked a bit uncomfortable saying it, her face turned away slightly as if
talking about this at all was uncomfortable for her.
“What am I supposed to do with that information, Annie?” there was a
helplessness in your voice and Annie scoffed.
“Don’t expect me to mother you. I told you the truth, make up your mind on what
to do with it.” Annie pushed away from the wall and turned on her heel, the
door to one of the inside rooms clanging shut behind her as she went. You
stared at that door for a long time, an internal battle raging inside of your
chest. He was always in love with you.
You pushed your face into your hands, gasping in puffs of air. Every terrible
thing Reiner had done flashed in your mind, from the first moment you’d seen
the Armoured Titan – back in Shiganshina all those years ago. How you’d somehow
survived and watched everyone you cared about die around you. But there was also
this Reiner. The Reiner who was here
now. The same Reiner Eren had said he’d forgiven.
The Reiner who carried the weight of his sins every day. The Reiner you’d
somehow fallen in love with. The one he’d only shown you the barest flashes of,
but it had been enough. Tears wet your fingers. Because the decision had
already been made. You knew what the future held for you. What would
undoubtedly happen when the fighting begun. You had no illusions about it. The
probability of you surviving this was slim. And if you somehow did – you would
live with the consequences of your choices then.
Shoving away from the railing you pulled open the same door Annie had shut
behind herself and froze. Reiner was sitting just inside that room. Alone. His
head snapped up when the door opened and his eyes widened – as if he’d expected
anyone but you. And you? You’d hoped
for more time, even seconds more to
You pulled the door shut behind you as if in a daze, leaning back against it.
Reiner seemed unsure of what to say.
“Did you hear everything?” you asked.
“What Jean said. Did you hear everything?”
Reiner seemed to understand then and his head dropped. “Yeah, I did.”
“Oh.” You’d known that he had – and yet, hearing him admit it…embarrassed you. “I
hate you, you know.” You whispered and Reiner ran a hand down his face wearily.
“But I wasn’t lying.”
He tensed, his hand dropping to his side but he didn’t lift his head.
“I love you, Reiner.” Three words you never imagined you would say to him, not since
the moment he left for good. But here you both were, alone once again. But
there was no joy in your confession. Not for either of you.
“Don’t,” Reiner whispered, broken. “I
don’t deserve that.”
“Maybe not,” you agreed, stepping away from the door, towards him and his eyes
snapped up to you once more, almost afraid of what you would do. “But despite
that, despite trying everything, I
can’t stop, Reiner.” You reached a hand out, not even sure yourself what you
would do, and Reiner stood in a rush, his eyes going from your hand to your
eyes. “Tell me you don’t love me,” you whispered, a sob at the end of your
breath. “Please, tell me to go.”
Reiner’s lips parted in a hard inhale and your lips trembled. “I can’t,”
“Then lie,” you begged, tears finally
spilling from your eyes.
Reiner shook his head, staring down at you with wide eyes and you took the
final step, erasing the space between you as you fisted his shirt in both
When he didn’t respond, you finally broke – pulling him down towards you. Your
lips colliding with his. Reiner made a sound – deep inside of his throat – half
pained, half something else. His lips
parted immediately as if he didn’t want to waste a moment longer, as if every
second with you had to count, as if these moments would disappear from him any
second. His arms went around you, lifting your feet from the floor bringing
your body closer to his, against his. And you let him. Your arms slipping
around his shoulders, there was nothing sweet or chaste about the way you
kissed him as you dangled in his arms. It was agonizing, fervent – uneven,
filled with a desperation you could feel in him too.
“Is this okay?” you asked into his lips. “Is it okay for me to let go? Is it
okay for me to love you? To do this?”
Reiner set you down on the ground with surprising gentleness. “I don’t know,”
“I don’t know either,” and when you kissed him again, he let you. When your
hands gripped his vest again, he didn’t question you when you pulled it up and
off of him. Feeling your hands on his skin drove him further, his hands
gripping you tightly, kisses growing feverish. His breath came unsteadily as he
reached for the buttons on your shirt with shaky hands and you reached up,
silently guiding his fingers down each button, one by one. Until your shirt
joined his, and then your pants. Until you were both bare and Reiner whispered
over and over again that you were beautiful, that he loved you. Kissing away
the tears on your cheeks, your body cradling his. You clung to him desperately
as he filled the void inside of your heart once again, your bodies coming
together to erase your fear, your pain – however temporarily, until your
thoughts were consumed by him. By the way his hands felt on your skin, his lips
on your neck, the way your body locked up and the sensation rolled through you
each time he moved his lips. The way his body, much larger than yours, seemed
to shield you from the world, creating a space where only you existed with him.
And when it was over and you felt so small in his arms as you let him hold you
there, as if he were afraid that you would run away and pretend this never
happened. Perhaps that would be for the best. But seeing the way Reiner looked
at you, the way his fingertips ghosted over your skin with such care. There was no way you could forget.
Your fingers slipped onto his cheek, “Is this okay?” you asked again.
Reiner’s eyes closed and when he opened them again, there was a resolve there,
nothing like the look he’d given you when you first entered the room. “Yes,” he
whispered your name, his lips curving up slightly into a ghost of a smile. “This