#reiner braun x reader

[connorsui]

The scent of you lingers—soft, sweet, utterly misplaced amidst the steel and stone that make up his world. Jasmine and rosewater, clinging to the heavy hush of the corridor, weaving itself into the fabric of his being, staining him with something he will never wash away.

He should not breathe it in, should not let it settle in his lungs like something vital, like something he could not live without. And yet, here he stands, motionless, a knight undone by the mere presence of his queen.

You are close. Too ... close.

The space between you is a fragile thing, thin as the lace that drapes over your arms, as delicate as the breath that catches in your throat when his gloved hand twitches at his side, as if longing—aching—to reach for you. The flickering torchlight casts golden embers against your skin, makes a halo of your hair, tricks his mind into thinking you are something divine, something holy. And perhaps you are.

Lace whispers against cold metal as you lift a hand, fingers tracing the ridges of his armor with a familiarity that should not exist. A tenderness that should not be his to claim.

"You stand before me, silent as ever," you murmur, tilting your head, your gaze searching his with something unspoken. "Tell me, my love, has your tongue forsaken you?"

A slow exhale. You are toying with him, as you always do—sharp and knowing, your power lying not in the crown you bear but in the way you speak his name as though it is something sacred. He should not indulge this, should not stand here beneath your touch, should not let his resolve fracture like glass beneath your fingertips. And yet, he does.

"You tempt fate," he says finally, voice low, reverent.

A confession. A warning.

"And yet, it is all I have left."

His breath catches. The weight of your words settles heavy in the space between you, a truth neither of you wish to name. The world will take everything from you—has already begun to. The court has spoken. The match has been made. Soon, you will belong to another, to some noble born into a name that carries weight, to a man who will sit beside you on the throne that he himself has bled for.

Yet you reach for him.

Your fingers brush the worn leather at his shoulder, linger where armor meets flesh, as if you could undo him with a touch alone. And God help him, you can.

"Tell me you do not love me," you whisper, voice steady but for the way your fingers tremble against him. "Tell me your heart belongs only to your duty, and I will go. I will leave you to your honor, to your kingdom, to whatever lies ahead without me."

His jaw tightens. He sways, barely perceptible, as if your words have struck him like a blade to the chest. It would be the right thing to do, would it not?

To let you go? To be the man honor demands he be?

But honor has never known the way your voice softens when you say his name. Honor has never felt the warmth of your hand in his, delicate and desperate and pleading. Honor has never stood in the shadows, torn between love and duty, between a kingdom and the only thing that has ever truly belonged to him.

"No," he breathes, bowing his head, his voice raw with everything he has refused to say. "No, my beloved. My heart is yours, now and always."

A queen must wed. A knight must serve.

And yet, in this stolen moment, he falls to his knees before you—not as a knight, not as a man sworn to duty—but as the only fool who has ever loved you as you deserve.

[missmindyyy]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭

someone new has moved into the neighborhood who’s seems like a rough giant

pairing: southern!Reiner x f!Reader

wc: 2.2k

divider by @i-kyujin and @diviniyae

“Someone new just moved into the complex,” Sasha teased. “A young guy, mid-20s, muscular build, short blonde hair, beard, and mustache. Totally your type, Y/n.”

You let out a little giggle, rolling your eyes at her playful grin.

“Now why do you think that,” you asked, amused.

“I don’t know, just do, you should bring him some cookies like you did for me when I first moved here,” she suggested.

“I don’t know, haven’t seen him once since he got here so I think he wants to be left alone,” you say with a shrug.

“Speaking of which, how do you even know what he looks like,” you asked.

“Oh well, I saw him heading to work one day while I was leaving to meet up with Connie and Jean,” she grinned.

“Okay good I thought you did some weird stalking shit,” you said in relief.

“Hey that only happened one time, and besides me and him are now dating that means it's your turn to find the one,” Sasha exclaimed.

You laugh once more, shaking your head at your friend's claim. “Maybe I’ll give him something depending if I have time,” you say finally giving in.

“Alright great, tell me if you do it,” she smiled, clearly enjoying herself.

You returned home later, realizing you had nothing planned after hanging out with Sasha. With a sigh, you decided to make the cookies. You felt a little nervous because you usually wouldn’t bother people if they don’t want to socialize.

And the new guy felt right in that category. You were only pushing yourself to bring him something because you trusted Sasha's judgement, maybe you will end up liking him.

After an hour the cookies are done, you slipped off your apron and stepped out your apartment, heading to the new guys a bit down the hall. You take a deep breath before knocking at the door.

For a good 30 seconds nothing is heard, but before you can turn back the door opens. A man around 6’1 opens the door and fits Sasha's description perfectly. Except for that she didn’t mention how muscular he actually was.

“May I help you ma’am?” His deep, southern accent made your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry to bother but you're new to the neighborhood and I bought you some homemade cookies,” You explained, a smile pulling at your lips.

“My name is Y/n L/n. I live a couple doors down from at 304, if you need anything you can always knock on the door,” you added.

He looked down at her for a bit, the tension behind his eyes slowly leaving as he listened to your introduction. “My name is Reiner Braun. Nice to meet you,” he said.

“Nice to meet you Reiner, it was nice meeting you,” you said. You handed him the cookies, and he took them with a smile before retreating back inside.

You thought it would be the last time you would see him, but fate had other ideas.

A few days later, you had bought a coffee table, and as luck would have it, the complex had no elevators. You groaned as you realized you’d have to drag it up three flights of stairs. But just as you were about to start hauling it yourself, you spotted Reiner returning from work.

“You need a hand,” he asked, surprising you.

“Um yes if you don’t mind,” you said, grateful.

“What’s in here,” he asked, rolling up sleeves to help lift it up.

“Well while shopping I saw this really cute coffee table, and I bought it,” you explained sheepishly.

Reiner lets out a chuckle which catches you off guard quite a bit. “Sorry, you just remind me of a friend, she was always buying things and would complain she has no money,” he explained, making you to laugh with him.

“Well thank you for helping me. Would you also help me set it up,” you asked. “Uh yeah,” he said.

“You're the best,” you exclaimed, causing him to get a bit flustered.

The two carry the box all the way to your apartment. “So where do you want the table to be,” he asked. “Over there by the couch,” you say back. “Also do you want anything for your troubles,” you added.

“Some water is fine, I don’t want to bother you too much,” he said.

“Coming right up,” you said cheerfully, heading to the fridge. When you returned with a bottle of water, Reiner was in the middle of assembling the table.

“Here you go,” you said, handing him the bottle.

“Thanks. I also forgot to mention your cookies were very good,” he said.

“Thanks, would you like some more to give you for your home,” you ask.

He pauses for a second thinking before responding, “yeah that would be nice,” he smiled.

You blinked in surprise, his smile was even more charming up close. “Um, yeah, of course,” you said, still a little entranced.

As time passes by you both talk about a bunch of things and causes the both of you to become less tense with one another. Once it hit 5, Reiner was finished, wiping off the sweat on his head.

“Thank you once again Reiner,” you say once again.

“No problem, if you ever need something just knock your always welcome,” he said. “Alright, thanks have a good day,” you said, waving him off to his apartment.

“Sasha you were right,” you groaned.

“What he’s your type,” she teases.

“Exactly my type, and you failed to mention how jacked he really was,” you exclaimed. Sasha laughs at you as you sulk at the thought of Reiner.

“Why do you make it such a bad thing,” she asked.

“I’m not it's just, I don’t know anything about him and I don’t want to knock on his door for no reason,” you explained.

“Try searching for his instagram, if he follows back you guys can start talking,” she suggested.

“Oh my gosh you're so smart why I didn’t think of that,” you say, whipping out your phone almost instantly.

The both of you look down at your phone intently, searching up his name on instagram.

You both searched for his profile, eventually spotting a picture of him posing in a gym mirror.

“Oh wait, is that him?” Sasha pointed,

You click on the profile and click on a highlight to see a photo of Reiner with a guy who was tall with black hair.

“Omg that’s him,” you and Sasha squeal, causing others in the cafe to look at you weird.

You guys continue to go through his highlights, he has a couple photos of him but a good majority is with his friends.

“He seems to have a good social life,” Sasha mused.

“Yeah but I barely see him leave unless it’s for work, or shopping,” you say.

“Well it doesn't matter. Follow him already!” she urged, glowing at the thought of her friend and Reiner.

You laugh before clicking on the follow button and a minute later he follows you back.

“He wants you bad girl,” Sasha teased.

“You're pushing it, Sasha,” you joked.

Sasha smirked. “Alright, here’s the plan: a few days from now, post something, and if he likes it, you’ve got to make a move.”

“You and these plans, you're so unserious,” you said. “Fine, do it your way but he definitely wants you,” she said.

You sigh looking back at his page, maybe you will try it out.

A couple days pass and you decide instead of doing Sasha's plan, you post a relatable quote about groceries prices.

An hour later you get a dm from Reiner responding about how atrocious the prices were becoming. And after that the conversation continued and flowed smoothly.

There were no awkward pauses and they even called later that night. Since then the two who call, text and even hang out at each other's apartment.

Finally, Reiner got the courage to ask you out on a date.

“Bro Sasha I’m nervous this is my first date in a year,” you say over the phone.

“You're going to be fine, you hang out so many times these couple of months, you’ll be fine I promise” she reassures.

You let out a sigh, Sasha right you should be completely fine.

“Your right girl, I should be fine, I’ll call you after the date,” you say.

“You better get laid or at least a kiss or I’m going to be mad,” she teased.

“Bye Sasha,” you say, ending the call.

You touch up your makeup a bit, before you hear a knock on the door. You take a deep breath and open the door to see Reiner holding flowers.

“I, uh, got you some flowers,” he said awkwardly.

“Thank you Reiner, let me put them inside and then we can head out,” you smile.

He nods and watches you head back inside to put the flowers away, before reappearing back outside.

“So where are we going,” you ask.

“A fair,” he replied. “I thought a restaurant was too formal, since we’ve already gotten to know each other.”

“Ooh I’m excited,” you said with a smile.

The ride to the fair was fairly quiet, the radio taking up most of the silence.

Once there, you and Reiner look around for things to do.

“Ooh look we can play some games or try some food, or go on rides. There are so many things to do,” you exclaimed, making Reiner laugh.

“Let’s start off with the games first,” he suggested. “Good idea” you say.

The first game was a basketball toss, and while Reiner got a large stuffed animal, you managed to win a smaller one.

The next game was the rope ladder game. That game was not the best for you. You feel a couple of times and Reiner got close to the end he fell which caused you both to laugh.

You guys play a couple more games before going on the rides. One thing you learned about Reiner and that the rides did not really phase him, he had the same expression on his face the whole way through.

The only time you would see a change was if he looked in your direction and smiled or laughed at how scared you were. That led you to realize that he didn’t laugh or smile as often as you think.

He is a calm person like when you first met him. He only started showing different emotions once you guys got to know each other and you thrived on seeing him happy.

Finally at the end of the night Reiner had convinced you to go on the ferris wheel. You first turned down the idea, but after a lot of convincing you decided it wasn’t going to hurt.

“So did you like tonight,” he asked as the ferris wheel reached its peak.

“Yeah I did, never seen you show so much emotion in one night,” you teased, making him smile.

He turned toward you, his gaze softening. “I get that a lot from my friends.”

The view outside was breathtaking, and you both sat in a comfortable silence for a while. “It’s beautiful,” you say breathfully. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice.

Finally, Reiner turned to you again. “You look good in this lighting,” he said quietly.

You smile, grabbing onto his hands. “You look good when you smile,” you said, causing him to blush slightly.

“For someone who is really big looking, you're just a gentle giant,” you teased.

Reiner laughed softly. “I’m just not used to those compliments.”

You smile at him and he does the same. He moves from his side of the ferris wheel to your side, looking into your eyes. He grabs your cheek, his lips hovering yours.

“May I,” he asked, looking between your lips and your eyes.

You swallowed, your lips parting slightly. You nodded, barely able to breathe, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yes,” you whispered back, the word barely escaping your lips

Slowly, carefully, his lips hovered over yours, the tension in the air being cuttable. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and for a brief moment, everything else seemed to fade away. It was just you and him, suspended in this quiet, beautiful moment.

And then, with a soft exhale, his lips met yours.

It was gentle at first, as if he was waiting for a sign that you were okay with it. You melted into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching up to hold onto him, feeling his warmth, his strength.

The kiss deepened slowly, both of you exploring, your breaths mingling, the world outside forgotten. Reiner’s lips were soft but sure against yours, a contrast to the calm, collected exterior he often showed. It was a kiss that spoke of everything unspoken, the connection, the silent understanding that had been growing between you for weeks.

When he finally pulled away, it was like breaking the surface of water after diving deep. His forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily, as if you’d just run a marathon.

Reiner smiled again, a little breathless, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“You good?” he asked, his voice still low, but now with that familiar warmth that made your heart race all over again.

You laughed softly, still feeling the buzz of the kiss lingering. “Yeah, I’m good,” you whispered, your hand resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat match yours.

And there, in that quiet moment, everything felt right.

[aikuwrld]

━╋ cw : smut , oral (m) receiving , slightly submissive (m) , cursing , fem reader . .

men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.

“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”

poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.

your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.

he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.

“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”

he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.

“gonna… oh— oh, god… don’t… please, baby, i’m gonna…”

he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swore had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.

he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.

⟢ reiner, erwin, choso, nanami, sendou, niou, noel, tokimitsu, yukimiya, diluc, sanji, zack, aki, vash, sanemi + your favs . . (〃ω〃)

ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : first smut sweats .. can you tell i’m a sucker for big men who turn into a whimpering mess for you i’m sorry for any spelling mistakes in advance… i’ll check later after class !! （＾ω＾）

[cigarettesandcoffeex]

When I’m finally reading a good fanfiction, but then they call you Princess, Doll or Sweet girl…

GTFO YOU AINT MY DAD.

[brutallygod]

minors don't interact !

cw: female!reader, size difference, belly bulge.

size difference, size difference, size difference!! imagine!!

“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud, hair clinging to your sweaty face as you roll your hips. your walls flutter around the thick cock in you, trying to suck him in but failing. he's bigger than you and your pretty cunt always struggles to take all of him. but you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.

he trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit," he promises, soft as he pleasures you. he rubs your clit, making you wetter for a smoother entry. you’re whimpering as you slowly sink down, taking more and more of his cock. a mix of pleasure and pain courses through your veins and you gasp out as soon as you manage to take every inch of him.

"there you go, good girl," he praises, kissing your temple as he moves the hand on your hips to rest on your lower stomach, where an imprint of his cock shows under your skin. his fingers still rubs your clit. "look at how deep my cock is, spreading your cunt open and making you mine."

reiner braun, ushijima wakatoshi, jing yuan, + your fav!

[prettygyalkay]

fratboy!eren couldn’t help his jealousy when you stopped texting him after you two landed an excellent score on your chem project.

he couldn’t help the late nights he spent in his dorm,

watching the video of you arched, your ass jiggling onto his pelvis as velvet moans spilled from your full lips,

watching the video of your legs locked around his neck, your stomach sinking in as his lips wrapped around your clit,

watching the video of your swollen lips wrapped around his red tip..

fratboy!eren fell for nerd!reader.

nerd!reader’s ability to keep your composure around him, the way you were able to walk straight past him despite the fact that you two made love (more like fucking to you) countless of times two weeks ago,

fratboy!eren met his match.

so he couldn’t help his jealousy when he saw you laughing it up with a 6 feet blond man with hazel eyes.

that man just so happened to be star athlete!reiner.

[merakidoll]

blue collar!reiner had fallen in love with the pretty beauty at the strip club. her pretty slutty two piece sets that shined while she clapped her ass in his face had him mesmerized. the brown whisky that burned his throat and only tasted so good because it came for her didn’t help the rush his body felt. she was just as sweet as she was pretty, a little dumb but god he loved it. so of course he wifed her up. the petty little stripper was now a dotting house wife; instead of twirling on a pole she twirled the mixing spoon into pots making reiner everything his husky heart desired. she now lived in her own little pink dream house, catering to him and receiving his love while also giving him just as much.

while reiner got his hands dirty, his wife’s got hers massaged and done; duck nails being such a fan favorite. the same little house wife that was once dancing for other men was now a needy slut! but only for reiner. sitting home with a wet pussy and throbbing clit wasn’t so fun, so as soon as reiner walked through the door with dirt and an empty my melody lunch box she was on him. kissing him sloppily and wrapping her thick legs around his waist as he carried her to their shared room.

now the hot water ran all over them, moans echoing into the bathroom and over the sound of the water hitting tile pavement. “who’s doing this to you baby?” reiner’s words had her stomach erupting with butterflies, his cock fucking into the gushiness of her walls while her legs were over his shoulders. his wife’s back rested against the wall, reiner loving how flexible his chubby beauty was. “y-youu!” her eyes shut tight. his thick head constantly hitting that spot that had her brain going foggy and cream drip all over his cock.

reiner’s balls slapped against her ass, his rough grunts and lip bits, eyes solely trained on her - and her pretty loves faces. her long nails clawed as his back and neck, pussy thumping with every bump his pelvis made to her sensitive puffy clit. “who’s you baby?” reiner, fucked into his wife like she was a slut. ignoring the large wedding band and treating her just how she liked. “m-my husbanddd” the man’s cock jerked inside of her gushy pussy, his head getting thrown back and blond hair getting wet.

“y-yea that’s fuckin right.” he kissed her lips licking at her tears. “your. fuckin. husband.” with each of his claims he fucked his cock deeper - harder, pounding his pussy and modeling her walls just for him. as if they weren’t already fit to perfection. “o-ohgoddddd” she cried, with curling toes and ringing ears the beauty creamed all over her husband. her need to be relieved being quenched that easily. reiner fucked his cum into her, making sure her womb was full and tummy was poking in bloatingness. you just loved your life with your blue collar man.

[blond3ang3l]

Firm believer that Reiner is usually a soft lover, but he goes absolutely FERAL the day you asked him to basically put you in a headlock.

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He hasn’t expected it at all. He knew you tended to watch him pretty heavily whenever he was working it. Reiner himself always tried to be soft with you because he sometimes forgot his own strength. It took months to convince him to even wrap his hand around your throat, poor man thought he’d crush your windpipes. But when he finally agreed he couldn’t get enough of it. His large hand covered the majority of your gave and he was just obsessed with the size difference between you two.

Today was just like any other time you two were making love. There was just something in you, like an itch you just couldn’t scratch and you knew exactly why. Reiner was just lost in the feel of you, you were pressed against him, your chest against his back and he repeatedly slammed in and out of you. Reiner was louder than you were, all in your ear pleading for you to stay still or he would cum. He was so close and you pushing your ass back against him was not helping at all.

You couldn’t help yourself though, you were so needy all day and you needed more than the basic fucking you were getting. You grabbed hold of his arm, bringing it to wrap around your throat effectively putting you in a chokehold. Reiners eyes widened and it was like a switch practically went off in his mind. He had you like this before but that was for a picture for your social media. Seeing you like this though, all fucked out and teary eyed while having you in this position set a fire in his stomach.

He used his free hand to force your legs apart making you take more of him. Your eyes rolled and you felt your legs start to give out on you.

“Tongue out baby.”

He forced you to look up, rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip. Once your tongue was out he let a glob of spit fall onto it forcing you to swallow. You felt as if your mind was melting from him repeatedly slamming into your spot. You were so so close and you were ready to cum. Despite your whines and pleas the only answer you got from him was a gruff “no”.

“This is what you wanted yeah? Well you’re gonna take it, don’t run now.”

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Something short for @wintrrxxo ^^

[awakenedevildays]

am I the only one who doesn't find attractive when dicks in smuts are super long? I just read a fic where the male character's dick was 11 inches (which is like 30 cm)… like- how is that even possible and how on earth am I supposed to even DEAL with something like that? do I use it as a baseball bat?

"Don't worry baby, I'll make it fit" THE HELL YOU WILL?! STAY AWAY

(I'm not trying to offend any author here, I think we all have the right to write every kink and preferences we have so don't take this too seriously, you're doing great 🩷🙏🏻)

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・reiner eating u out on his knees ⸜⸜・

reiner is a sucker for eating you out and he's not scared to be desperate. he's not scared to whine and beg to just have a little taste of your cunt.

"please." he begs, falling to his knees in front of you. his strong arms wrapping around your legs and he uses his nose to hike up your skirt.

"you're like a puppy." you whine, trying to push his head away. you have meeting with your friends in about ten minutes and there's no time for fooling around.

"please, i need it so bad." he practically sobs. you sign, finally giving in his pleads. his mouth latches on your clit the second you push your panties to the side. he's obsessed, completely in transe from your juices. you're leaking all over his face but he doesn't care. in fact, he loves it. your pussy is his home, somewhere where he belongs. doesn't matter if it's his cock or his tongue. even tho, he would never tell you but it's tongue. as much as he loves when your pussy squeezes him, he loves tasting you more better. reiner looks pathetic, on his knees in front of you, face in your cunt. your skirt fell down again and it's over his eyes and you can't see his expression. but it's better this way, because he wants to devour you a bit longer before you cum. you know you would cum just from seeing his desperate face. maybe he's even tearing up because you finally allowed him to taste you after 2 torturous days. you shake as you cum in his mouth and reiner laps at the nectar.

"thank you so much, love. have fun, but please come home early so i can taste you again."

[luverine]

Wet Dream ☾

18+ // Somno? // masturbation // no proof read

He can feel you- so warm- so soft- moaning calling out to him.

He can feel you pulsing around him, he resists the urge to pull you under him and claim you, making you feel every inch of him.

His mind turns fuzzy, he can feel himself aching, ready to come undone.

“Ah!-“ Pain sparked on his side. Jolting awake and turning to look at you, you kicked him in your sleep.

Seeing you in a tee shirt nothing else made the pain go away.

He loves seeing you like this, so vulnerable. Shifting closer he rubs his bulge against your soft leg.

Softly moaning in pleasure, unable to contain the bliss you bring him. Leaning close, he whispers tender praises into your sleeping ears.

Clinging to you as he humps himself blissfully back to sleep.

☾ARMIN, JEAN, Reiner, Eren, MEGUMI, Yuji, DENJI, Kaneki, SHIGARAKI, AMAJIKI, Shoto, MIDORIYA☾

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Divider credit: grungenglam

[emoisthenewemu]

#ihatemybf - Attack on Titan SMAU

When your bf catches you participating in a silly tik tok trend! Babe, it’s just a joke, I swear!

Cw: bad language, hood coded eren and connie, suggestiveness in Porcos, toxic behavior!

EREN YEAGER

CONNIE SPRINGER

ARMIN ARLERT

JEAN KIRSTEIN

PORCO GALLIARD

REINER BRAUN

[sundew199]

Sheriff Reiner who's a little rough around the edges, a little mean due to his environment, but still would never hurt a woman. Wearing pearl snap shirts with a cowboy hat that's seen better days with boots to match, always looking like he rolled around in the red dirt every time you saw him.

Sheriff Reiner who helps you out when you stumble into town, not knowing your way around and being an overall gentleman despite his reputation.

Sheriff Reiner who will shoot a man dead for saying the wrong thing to him but laughs when you poke fun at him teasingly.

Sheriff Reiner who teaches you how to line dance and walks you to the Inn you're staying at after one too many drinks, kissing your knuckles and telling you to have a good night.

Sheriff Reiner who feels his attraction growing for you when you start to stop by the station throughout the day because you don't know anyone else but him and he's such a gentleman.

Sheriff Reiner who shares a cigarette or two with you over whiskey which ends in a frantic make out session with you on his lap and his hands trying to tear your clothing off.

Sheriff Reiner who brashly rips your blouse open, not even thinking twice and all so he can bite and suck at your skin like how he had been dying too since the moment he say you.

Sheriff Reiner who teases you by fingering you slow and deep while his mouth latches onto your clit, laughing against your flesh and encouraging you to keep moaning his name until you cum in his mouth.

Sheriff Reiner who doesn't even bother to undress himself, but makes sure you're bare against the wood of his desk as he glides the tip of his fat cock between your folds, teasingly cooing into your cheek as you beg him to fuck you.

Sheriff Reiner who fucks you hard and fast on his desk with his pearl snap button up torn open, belt buckle hitting against itself as he endlessly drives into you, using his body to keep your legs apart.

Sheriff Reiner who holds your wrists together with one hand because you wouldn't stay still, threatening to tie them together or lock them in cuffs in you didn't stop squirming against his hold.

Sheriff Reiner who has endurance for days even after he cums the first time and just flips you over onto your stomach and fucks his first orgasm back into you slow and deep, pressing his toned sweaty chest to your back as he hooks two thick fingers in your cheek.

Sheriff Reiner who kisses the side of your face and the outer shell of your ear as he whispers how good you feel, how pretty you look with tears dripping down your cheeks and how your cunt belongs to him now.

Sheriff Reiner who eventually has to cover your mouth because he heard one of his men come in and the door's not locked, so he curls his bicep around your neck and flattens his scarred rough palm over your mouth, shuttering to the whimper you let out as he snaps his hips forward in one sharp motion.

Sheriff Reiner who can't stop calling you 'doll', 'sweetheart' or 'darlin' while he's basically edging himself in the second round because you just feel that good. He never wants to stop fucking you.

Sheriff Reiner who somehow cums even more than the first time inside of you and moans your name so deeply into your shoulder as he continues to shallowly thrust inside you, savoring every last bit of your warm cunt hugging him so tightly.

Sheriff Reiner who graciously gives you one of his shirts to replace the blouse he tore off of you and takes you shopping in town because he feels bad and because he would never let a lady such as yourself feel indecent around others.

Sheriff Reiner who now always looks forward to your unannounced visits to his office, eventually letting you wear his hat as you ride him behind the desk, remembering to lock the door so he can have you all to himself.

[cigarettesandcoffeex]

Can enemies to lovers ACTUALLY be ENEMIES to lovers?!?!

I don’t want to hear no “I hate them! But I wanna kiss them so bad”

NO, Y/N! YOU HATE THEM, YOU’RE DISGUSTED BY THEM. NO MORE “They make me so mad, but those big strong arms…”

[seredelgi]

Do they get jealous?/ AOT x fem!reader

featuring: Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman

tw: kissing, possessive behavior, jealousy, implied/referenced sex, implied/referenced oral, fem!receiving

Does Eren? Oh yeah, and childishly so, too. You know it the second you turn around from the counter, you could just feel Eren’s eyes on you when the tall cute barista flashed you a charming smile as he handed you your drinks. So of course you’re met with your boyfriend's cold green gaze, waiting patiently for you to hand him the drink and sit beside him on the chair of the pub you’re at. 

“ Were you having fun?” he utters, and you almost miss it amid the blasting music it’s playing in the background.

“ What?” you feign ignorance, prompting him to lean into your space, invading it with his fragrance as he whispers in your ear:

“ Does he know you’re mine?” a hand of his brushes down your bare back, covering it with goosebumps, and it rests at your hip, squeezing it tightly in his hold.

You roll your eyes and playfully retort “Well, he does now”

Armin does, but he would never tell. He masks it with concern and asks you casual questions. It’s honestly amusing, ‘cause you can sense it almost immediately by the way he sighs beforehand, and then exhales:

“So who’s that guy you were with? Was he bothering you?” he circles your shoulders and you walk beside him towards your apartment.

“ Who, Matt?” you laugh, immediately aware that he’s detected a menace of some sort “ He’s new at work and the boss asked me to let him shadow for a bit, he’s actually very funny”

As soon as he saddens you can’t take it, you have to clarify “And very gay, too”.

“ Oh” he suddenly reddens and squeezes you closer to him “ Well, thank God”

There’s no way around it, honestly. Jean is possessive. He has many great qualities: always treats you right, brings you flowers, takes you to the best restaurants, and loves to eat you out. But the man just can’t help it. To him, everyone is a menace. You often have to reassure him that it’s all in his head and that every man on the planet is certainly not out to take you away from him.

However, when they ogle you down the streets his temper gets a hold of him before you can, and you’ll find him spitting at them “ What’s up man? Wanna take a picture?”. It’s enough to scare them off, and it’s honestly hilarious.

Connie’s the type of man to take pride in the way other guys look at you. He basks contently in the knowledge that you’re his, and whoever wants to take a look certainly can, just as long as they keep their hands to themselves. It’s funny to him, and it brings a cheeky smile to his face whenever someone’s being very obvious while checking you out. That’s when he circles an arm of his around your shoulders and pulls you in, whispering on your lips.

“ Wanna give them a show?” 

You nod enthusiastically, honestly simply eager to get unwanted attention off of you. As soon as that’s accomplished, you will restore your no-kissing in public ban, maybe.

Reiner is a confident man. Confident in everything but you, that is. It’s not like he doesn’t feel loved by you, let’s be clear, but he’s too afraid of losing you, and he won’t take any chance. He won’t let anyone else be in your mind that way, not even for a second.

So if a guy talks to you flirtily or makes an appreciative comment to you in his presence, you can rest assured that Reiner will take it in his hands to remind you just how good he can make you feel. 

You have no time to rid yourself of heels or earrings that night, he will have you spread on his bed as soon as he wills it, and he will bury his face between your thighs before you can even begin to protest. By the time he starts to work his magic on you, he certainly won’t hear any more complaints.

Erwin gets jealous alright, but he just hates to admit it, and it’s honestly so entertaining. He won’t talk to you all night, giving you the silent treatment the whole ride back home. You’ve come to understand where his mind goes over the years, so you now don’t mind. You just sit back in your seat and enjoy the calm before the storm, because as soon as he’s got a hold of you he won’t let you go. He will address the issue shortly and then start his payback with his hand closed around your throat, with whispers of how much you’ll regret touching another man’s arm like that, because you know exactly what it does to him, because you love how he bends you over the kitchen counter and claims you back.

Levi’s not the type to get jealous, no. Worried, however, that he gets, and you do pity the men that have made the error of mistreating you over the years. He usually just sits back and watches amusingly whoever thirsts over you at the club, as you’re dancing and laughing it off with your friends. But as soon as so much as a hand dares to slap your ass, or even worse, if anyone tries to take hold of you, you merely have the time to try and wiggle away from them, before Levi’s hand comes to rest on their shoulder, and he doesn’t have to speak to let them know to piss off.

What names do they like being called in bed?

How do they take you?

What's their love language?

So what about the way they kiss you?

How do they take compliments, then?

What gets them going?

And what pet names do they use the most?

What about JJK men?

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

How would the aot boys react if they heard a rumor that reader has a crush on them

i heard a rumor….

eren jaeger is so nosey when he hears the rumor going around. he’s intrigued by your crush on him and he wants to know every little detail, of course by everyone else and not you. he gathers everyone’s opinion and saves you for last. he doesn’t beat around the bush; he tells you he knows that you’re crushing hardcore on him. he’s playful and witty, trying to get you all flustered.

armin arlert, bless his heart, tries to be cool about it. and he does a fairly good job you think. he often finds ways to get you two alone but he never makes a bold move. he asks if he can help you do things, tries to find common interests, etc. you know he knows because you find him trying to spend too much time with you, not that you’re complaining. he just lets things take their course.

jean kirsteins plays the disinterested, too-cool-for-you character. he’s damn good at it too. his actions and short replies hurt your ego and your heart. so, you give him the same treatment back. this, he’s not a fan of. he demands that you tell him why you’re treating him like this and you respond that you’re just dishing out what he is. that makes him go ‘oh’ and it results in a very around the bush way of telling you he has some sort of feelings for you but he was trying to repress it.

connie springer grins from ear to ear for days end when he hears the news. he was already crushing on you big time and now that you like him back, he’s convinced your soulmate. shamelessly, connie asks (it’s more of a statement) that you go on a date. you cant believe he knows. you want to just disappear when he confronts you but he doesn’t understand why. “am i coming on too strong? hold on, i can get weak in the knees real quick.”

levi ackerman acts like he doesn’t know about your feelings for him. his behavior isn’t much different than when he didn’t know- his eye’s just tend to linger on you a bit longer. his gaze makes you feel…violated. it’s like he’s looking right through you or undressing you with his eyes. hard to tell. he continues driving you crazy in various subtle ways until you can’t take it anymore and wind up confessing at him in a ‘why are you doing this to me’ moment. he just laughs.

reiner braun's interest is piqued, that's for sure. he's not so smooth about it, always turning into a flustered mess when he's around you. you, now beginning to panic he knows your secret, turn into a shorter flustered mess. your awkwardness makes all your friends laugh and they just tease you more, which causes more stuttering and the cycle repeats. eren's the one who finally sets you up, not able to bare any more of reiner's incoherence.

bertholdt hoover makes the brave decision of telling you how he feels. he doesn't pick the greatest time. he tells you in front of all your friends and that leaves you feeling a little pressured. so, you get up and drag him away from everyone. the two of you share a raw confessional in peace and quiet. it leaves your heart full.

zeke jaeger texts you as soon as eren tells him. he doesn't wait for any more clarification. the text reads, heard you're basically in love with me. I'll pick you up later: a man of his word, he comes and picks you up. you try to him he's ridiculous but he knows you're his future wife.

erwin smith does his best to avoid you. a crush is meaningless to him.but fuck, the way you look at him makes his heart stop. he's beginning to think that there's something wrong with him- he can't breathe when you're around him. one night, he has too much wine to drink and accidentally lets it slip that he knows. he decides he doesn't care anymore and kisses you on the forehead, leaving you confused about the way he feels about you.

porco galliard's too fucking cocky. he starts spreading the rumor himself once he gets wind of it. he tells everyone he knows, bragging about it over and over. the rumor makes it's way back to you and you want to cry. so, that's what you do. you know everyone knows, so he must know. porco catches you crying and is upset with himself for spreading it. he didn't know you'd be so embarassed, considering he ‘obviously feels the same way’

please go read my jean fic 🤍