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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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reiner prides himself on being the perfect gentleman. Always respectful, kind and attentive to his partner’s needs…he’d never do anything that would make you uncomfortable or feel less than your worth. In that same breath though, he was infatuated with you. Some would even say obsessed. In the healthiest way possible, of course. After all, it couldn’t be helped when he had been blessed with the epitome of a living, breathing goddess as his own. A woman who made his heart explode and flutter with pure passion each time he saw your face..but even in your absence, he found ways to still soak in your essence and surround himself with your love. Even if it wasn’t becoming of his normal behavior..

such as when you’re away shopping and he’s left all alone on the ranch. It’s been a long day, as it always was. Sun beaming down his back and broad muscles as he maneuvered around the farm, lifting bales of hay and heavy equipment. It’s all in a day’s work but even he needs a break sometimes. So whilst you’re away, enjoying the fruits of his labor..living the soft and gentle life he worked so hard to curate for you, he comes into the bedroom, taking a seat on the mattress and it’s then that he spots something. Something…that piques far more than his interest. He hates to admit it but he misses you right now. Although you had only been gone for a couple hours, he needs you..he craves you. It couldn’t be helped when he watched you strut to the matte black Benz Truck in a sundress; ass poking and tits sitting amply. Each cheek juggling as you walk away and it’s taking all his resolve to not grab you up right there outside, shove his tongue in your mouth and make love to you right there on the hood of your car! Hell, it wouldn’t have been the first time but for now, he’ll improvise. He’ll make do by taking the thin pair of lace panties you left near his pillow. More than likely a result of you rushing to get dressed and forgetting to place them back in your drawer.

checking over his shoulder once more to ensure he’s alone before raising them to his nostrils and inhaling the scent of fabric softener and your feminine scent. That sweet, airy fragrance wafting through his nostrils and getting him aroused. It’s so uncouth, absolutely perverted!…sniffing his wife’s panties like some teenage degenerate. Even so, he can’t bring himself to stop. He can’t bring himself to stop cupping his cock through the sheath of his Wranglers. Releasing soft grunts into the material and continuously breathing it in. His eyes are shut and his mind is in a place full of perverse and lewd thoughts. Imagining your ass taking the place of those underwear; bouncing all in his face as you two engage in a 69 position. Your mouth and nails wrapped tightly around his dick. Stroking him with strings of spit leaking down his shaft. Oh, he’s about to combust just thinking about it! “Oh…fuck..” the words rumbling underneath his breath as he unfastens his pants and slowly starts to fuck up into his closed fist. The sensation matching the tight grip of your gushing pussy. The one that swallows his member as if it were especially designed for him. His perfect little cock sleeve and he wants nothing more than to be one with you right now. Slowly but surely, he keeps going..speeding up as he pounds the palm of his hand with that swollen, dribbling tip breaks through those fingers. The thought of you being seated atop his dick..riding him with those giant breasts bouncing up and down, creaming on him down to the base as you beg him, “come in me, daddy..nut in this tight pussy..” it’s enough to make him twitch fiercely and he nearly bucks his hips up through the roof when he hears your voice subconsciously. It’s only a few more minutes before sweat is trickling down his forehead and he’s fucking himself silly. Tongue out and eyes shut with his chest heaving immensely. That husky voice huffing and begging you for that release as if you were right there. Still wrangling those undergarments around under his nose. “F-fuck. Damnit!” Just then, warm strings of a healthy nut comes pooling down his digits. The hot, white cream staining his knuckles. His face is flush, red from both relief and embarrassment. He can’t believe that he just did such a thing but he feels no regret. No regret for feeding into his desires for the woman he loves.

“Damnit, sugar. Look what you do to me..”

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pinkmirth · 2 years

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⸻ 𝒜ℒℒ 𝒜ℛ𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯ . . .

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. reiner just can’t get enough of you— now he’s got the both of you making a mess near the kitchen counter.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. (2.7k words of . . .) reiner braun x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, established relationship, kitchen sex, titty-grabbing, dry humping, fingering, reiner’s a big fat tease (& a little mean!), unprotected sex, creampie, explicit language, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇! — i haven’t written for reiner in ages, so i’m glad about finally finishing up some content for my man! I hope y’all enjoy! ♡︎

Reiner can't seem to keep to himself when it comes to you. The way he constantly rubs the expanse of his large hands along your body is relentless.

He was initially bashful throughout the beginning of your relationship; taking in your form and all its dips and curves with the most sheepish glance before tossing his gaze to the wall.

Reiner’s poor attempts at hiding his arousal were to no avail. You took quick notice of the way his hazel eyes would undress you. It’s much too easy to read his mind— he’d probably been thinking of all the ways and places he’d run his hands over you, only if you’d let him.

That had been ages ago. Now, Reiner’s got no shame. He’s basking you in the warmth of his touch at every chance he gets.

You lean up against the counter of your quaint little kitchen. Reiner looms over you, pressing himself into your backside. His hands of mischief snake up your shirt with perversity, cupping your tits in his palm before giving them a thoughtful squeeze.

“You’re so needy.”

You whine at him, resting your weight onto the counter to keep balance. “It’s ‘cause I love you so much,” Reiner hums. His response is lukewarm; he’s too fixed on your body. He passes his hands along your hips, clad in the tiniest pair of booty shorts. He’s gripping and fondling and letting fat spill past his fingers, wetting his lips at the sight.

Scruff frictions against your supple skin while Reiner sloppily bites at your neck, soothing your flesh with nimble licks. He simultaneously toys with your nipples, perked underneath your top as he pinches them, hoping to draw another one of your beautiful reactions through the roll of his fingers.

“Shit, Reiner,” you swear. That never fails to make his ego surge, and he’s desperate to pull more from you. His touch slinks down to encircle your waist as he swiftly rolls his hips against you, bulge suggestively prodding at the round of your ass.

You push back onto his erection in reply, feeling the warmth radiate from beneath the waistband of his thinly sweats. “Oh?” with a throaty tone, Reiner hums, grinding into your backside, “You gonna give it to me, baby?”

“I bet you want me to,” is your scoffed reply. You bat your lashes up at him, carrying a playful grin. Despite your satire, he knows too well that you crave him just as bad as he does you. Just look at how you’re reacting to him– easing into his body, gripping onto his thick forearm with a fervor. A small, rousing smile graces your lips, anticipating how he’ll aim to please you next.

Before you know it, he’s made his way past your skimpy shorts and has them splayed out on the ground, rubbing you through the flimsy cloth of your underwear. Reiner’s slow with easing your legs apart. It causes your stance to become a little wider, giving him all the more access.

He delves a hand under your ass, slinking it forward to cup your clothed heat with the expanse of his wide palm. “I thought you wanted to fuck, you tease,” you loosely murmur, head lolling back onto his shoulder behind you. He gives your pussy a dull slap, voicing out a gruff, “Please. You love it.”

Reiner pinches your puffy clit through your panties, smiling as he does it. God, is he sinister. Your shudders only get him harder than before, and he aches to peel any remaining clothes right off of you. “Take everything off for me, ‘hun.” You do so with haste, bringing the lacy underwear down to the pristine marble floors of your kitchen.

“That was fast,” the blonde frees out a chuckle over the way you kick your panties off your pedicured feet, right before grabbing hold of your top, flinging it off with a sense of impatience that only he can cause within you. He sucks in a breath, eyeing how your tits bounce free from its refines. “You’re such a good girl, y’know that?”

“Mhm.” You revel in his flattery, rocking yourself along his palm for the slightest friction against your cunt. Without warning, he singles out two thick fingers and delves them into your sopping hole. “Reiner!” You mewl, lips going agape. He basks in your whines and insistently pushes further, feeling along your walls with his skillful, slickened digits.

“Takin’ it so well for me, baby,” murmurs Reiner, voice deep and saccharine against your ear. Every pump of his fingers brings about a noise lewder than the last. Your wetness drips down his fucking forearm. “Can't wait to feel this sweet pussy on my cock.”

He curls in, quickening his speed and flicking his wrist. He goes knuckle-deep and touches on a spot that makes you writhe, urging him to grab at your waist and still you. Watching the way you unravel never fails to excite him, doubting that he can wait much longer. He exhales, feeling his dick twitch over every noise that spills from your mouth.

Reiner indulges in you a bit more, agile fingers pushing in and dragging out. Before you reach the brink of coming undone, he tries to pull free from your walls but you clamp on, feverishly pushing back onto his digits. Good, he thinks. He’s gotten you all riled up. You’re ready for him.

“Y’really thought you could cum so soon?” Reiner scorns with a low, rumbly laugh. You can hardly adjust to the absence of his touch. Your response comes out as a spent whimper, “You’re so mean, Rei.”

“Just wait a little longer, m’kay?” With that, he’s pulling his fitted white-tee off of his frame and shedding himself of those pesky sweatpants. You turn back with lidded eyes, taking in the view of his sightly body. Reiner’s brawny and toned, muscles impressively firm. His skin’s lightly tanned, contrasting well with the ash blonde shade of his tousled swept-back hair.

Your gaze unashamedly trails downwards; past his biceps, pecs and stomach until reaching his erection. It obscenely bobs under its own weight. You drink in the sight of him– from that dark blonde happy trail of his, to the way he smacks his dick against his torso. There’s a messy flow of precum that’s made a mess of his dusty-pink tip, dripping down the width of his shaft.

“Fuck.” you whisper. Despite the amount of times you’ve slept with your boyfriend, you never seem to get used to his size. “You’re staring, baby.” Reiner hints out. He almost sounds cocky, gladdened over having your eyes on him. He pumps himself with a sigh, eyes lowered and head tilting sideways. “Don’t worry,” he reassures in a smooth tone, resting a hand at the small of your back and using the other to line himself up to your entrance. You feel tingles surge through you. “I’ll fill you up real good.”

He scoots up to you, closing the proximity between your form and his. Your bodies burn hot against one another. From behind, he slides his cock between your puffy folds, hissing over the drag of your slicked lips. His fat tip catches your clit and you let out a soft moan, steadying yourself on the counter with your forearms.

“Put it in, Reiner,” you breathe out. His large hand smooths up and down the lining of your spine. He brings a kiss to your right shoulder as a silent reply, positioning himself with your soaked entrance. You jolt once he slots in his cockhead, wallowing in how nicely he stretches you– right before he pulls out. He goes for it again, this time inching in a little bit deeper, just to revert back seconds after.

You crane your neck to face him, glaring him down through your lashes. “Don’t play, Reiner.” He returns a smug expression. “What? You want more?” He slides in and pops back out, watching your face contort with his every move. “More,” you plead. He continues on with his teasing motion, biting at his lip when you clamp over his cockhead. “I need more.” Your voice is too pretty for him to deny you. “Fuck me… please?” He finally gives in, exhaling through his nose.

Your enthusiasm is oh-so endearing. You just can’t wait for him to have his way with you and pound you stupid. “Fine,” he breaks into a smirk, wrapping both arms around your midriff and setting his chin upon your shoulder. His love is smothering you completely; you can feel his chest at your back, arms snug around your waist. His lips graze your ear as he goes on to slowly whisper, “You asked for it.”

With a fluid thrust forward, he’s fucked himself inside of you, rolling his hips further until he’s buried up to the base. Your eyes roll back with the first stroke, feeling him from every angle. Your cunt massages his throbbing shaft, balls pulsing against your ass. “Fuuuck, baby,” his words drone on, overcome with the sensation of your pussy.

Reiner builds a pattern of easing into you before drawing back out, groaning over the pressure of your velvet smooth walls encasing him. His moves are thorough, fucking into you with an intensity that has you arching off of him. The harsh, wet sound of skin-slapping permeates the kitchen’s vulgar atmosphere.

“Fuck, faster,” you insist, and he complies, lowering his stance in the slightest to find the best angle. He slips into you with an amplified pace, letting out a guttural whine with every slam of his hips. Reiner propels himself and speedily pushes in, your wetness frothing up at the base of his thick cock. “Rei!” he’s got your legs trembling, eyes fluttering shut.

The way you constrict around him has him pulsing, pushing himself into your wetness with zeal. “Tight as fuck,” his groans ring around your ear and get you clenching over the depth of his voice. You squirm, body jerking forward as you claw at his strong forearms. That only incites him to tighten his hold on you. With an indecent gaze, he peers past your shoulder and views the bounce of your boobs with each impassioned thrust he drills into you.

He’s hard and girthy and brings you closer to the edge. Reiner brings one arm down to toy with your engorged bud, and he relishes in the way you shiver. “Reiner, m’gonna–” you draw out his name between broken moans, clenching along him. The way you pussy flutters around his girth is a tell-all.

“You gonna cum, hm?” Reiner coos. He gets reckless and picks up speed, rutting his hips and swiping the coarse pads of his fingers across your puffy clit. You cry out for him, emitting the sweetest, most incoherent series of moans from the depths of your throat.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, cum all over my cock.” Reiner urges, spitting nasty words into your ear. He fucks into your needy cunt with a pace severe enough to hit all places that get your toes curling for him. One last rugged thrust is what makes you meet your breaking point.

“R–Reiner!” with a shaky voice and a gaping pussy, you gush all over his vein-littered cock. “Just fuckin’ look at you, ‘hun,” he chuckles into your neck, spreading vibration across your skin, “You’re making a mess.” Juices leak down your inner thighs and wet his balls. It all looks so vulgar and he loves it.

Reaching your orgasm doesn't get him to let up. You twitch and quiver in his hold. “Just a little more for me, baby.” you can’t muster up a response; drool glosses your plump lips and your thoughts simply flatline.

You’ve reached your high, and it doesn't take long for him to follow suit, growing tense and sensitive. Reiner’s all choked up, plunging harder into your pussy with a rising chest and the sloppiest rhythm. “Shit,” he shudders, bouncing you onto his cock with his remaining vigor. You take him with an over-stimmed pussy, uttering muddled whines. “You feel– fuck– so good around me.” His balls tighten, breath hitched and brows knitting tight.

Reiner bites at your shoulder and groans into it, releasing a low call of your name. The sway of his hips turns rough and careless as he chases ecstasy. His movements stutter, pelvis winding up tight with his volume growing louder. He pants, cheekbones painted with blush. “M’gonna fill you up,” to you, his gravelly words sound like white noise.

At long last, he unravels for you, heavy balls releasing his all into your spent hole as he muffles his moans against your shoulder. Reiner empties himself with a groan, warm spurts of his thick cum smeared across your inner walls. He eventually musters the energy to pull free from you, watching with intrigue as his release leaks from your fluttering cunt.

The pair of you spend a still moment basking in serene quiet together, with sheen sweat coating your spent bodies. You climb down from your high while being grounded in his enveloping embrace, hearing his winded puffs of air turn into stable breathing.

Reiner turns you to face him, allowing you to ease into his body, cheek resting at his chest. You wobble, but he holds on to steady you. He dips his head low until his lips graze yours. “You’re so beautiful,” his murmur is soft. He flits a series of feather light pecks across your face, hands kneading your ass.

You drowsily wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing a wearied kiss to his lips. “That was our third fuck this week,” you mention. He lifts a brow. “Well,” he makes a light shrug with his broad shoulders, hands still restive at your butt. “Guess that means I just can’t get enough of you, baby.”

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daisynik7 · 10 months

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hello !! can i make a smutty reiner request of married life and reiners a dad ? can be angsty if you want . you’re a genius when it comes to writing . i’ll love anything you write down (i always do)!!

Pairing: husband!Reiner x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: established relationship, smut – PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, fingering, breeding kink, Reiner is a daddy!, fluff, very light angst (reader feels self-conscious after giving birth), talk about weight gain/loss (not much)

Author’s Note: Sweet nonnie, you are too kind. Thank you for the request and I hope you like this! Short, sweet, and of course, smutty. Enjoy! Divider by @/cafekitsune.

“She said dada! She said dada!” Reiner cheers at the kitchen table, spoonful of mushy carrots in his hand, feeding your daughter in her highchair.

You stand beside them, smiling. “Can you make her do it again?”

“Kara, can you say dada? Dada?” She blinks at him, giggling, tiny hand reaching for the spoon. He gives it to her, chuckling. “I guess she got stage fright once mommy showed up.” He turns to you, giving you a cocky smirk.

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yup. You’re putting too much pressure on her. You gotta let it come out naturally, y’know?”

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

“You okay?” he asks, concerned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About what?”

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

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

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

“But have I ever lied to you?”

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

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

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

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

“I love you. So much.”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck! Baby! I –”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fill me up, Rei. Please.”

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

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

You squeeze his hand in yours, smiling. “Never.”

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hellavile · 1 year

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TENNESSEE WHISKEY ☆ reiner braun.

☆. warnings — drabble, fluff, drinking, country music, reiner’s lovesick, readers infatuated, slow dancing, making out, going back to reiner’s after to bang. this is nothing special just a random thought.

listening to tennessee whiskey got me thinking about construction worker!reiner who spends this weekend attending a friends concert at the infamous devil’s tavern. he’s got on a white tshirt, light blue washed jeans that are a bit raggedy from being years old. and rugged brown leather boots adorned on his big feet. blonde hair messy from running his hands through it from anxiety. this is their first getup and he could feel his palms sweating. he knew how excited they were for this gig, they’ve been talking about it all week at work on the site they were fixing up. reiner’s sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey and bopping his head slowly to the music playing from the other band on stage at the moment.

“what’s got you all sweatin’?” a soft voice pulls him from his thoughts, turning to his left to see a pretty young girl sitting on the stool beside him. glowing brown skin, auburn curly hair that grazed her collarbones, and warm, cat-eye shaped brown eyes. he feels the wind knock out of his lungs, throat going dry. you’re wearing a red and black checkered button down that’s tied to your front above your belly button and it’s butterfly piercing. so much skin exposed he feels naughty just glancing. black shorts hugging your thighs, and a pair of beat up converses. you have a few strands of hair tucked behind both sides of your ears where an array of piercings lay.

you raise a brow at the man’s lingering eyes. “you deaf or sum?”

your smile is pretty, like the moon shining in the sky above the old ranch his father has. reiner clears his throat. “sorry, jus’ got distracted.”

“i’m pretty, aren’t i?” your entire face raises as you smile and coo at him. reiner’s eyes nearly abandon his sockets.

“yeah, i-i guess,” he’s holding onto his glass dripping condensation with both hands, swallowing it from how big his veiny hands were. “change the subject, ma’am.”

“oo, manners. but you never answered my question, hun.” your elbows are leaning against the wood of the bar line, kicking at the ground softly, inching your face closer to his room hear him better. he swears he’s gonna pass out. he’s never met a woman so beautiful like you in his lifetime. the man’s only thirty-two but still.

hazel eyes meet yours as the pink on his soft lips part to speak. he smells nice, you think. looks even nicer. “my friends are playing tonight. they should be on in a few minutes. it’s their first gig.”

“mmm, are they any good?” you take a swig of your beer. he almost looks bewildered when you ask that. you shrug innocently, “what? is that wrong of me to ask?”

“they’re fuckin’ astounding,” reiner corrects you, sounding like a fanboy who’s diehard for his favorite band. think he’s a little tipsy. he hears how he comes off, and the scoff leaving you and immediately goes to apologize. “sorry, sorry. that was rude. i meant that they’re. . . good.”

“nah, you said astounding. stick to that,” you laugh, tilting your head to the side. “i like you. you seem very protective of your friends and their passion.”

then it’s his turn to laugh. “thanks. they’ve been up my ass about showing up tonight so i made a promise that i would. i’ve been in a little drought lately.”

“how come?”

reiner goes silent, staring off into space. the sudden announcement of his friends’ band causes the big, beefy man to sit up straight, a wide smile on his face. his eyes lit up like he’s just won a million dollars, shocking overtaking you as he yells ‘c’mon” over the loud music, grabbing your hand gently and pulling you with him to push past the crowd and make it to the front row. this man you met only a few minutes ago having your heart in the palm of his hand that still interlocked with yours. you felt small under his touch, safe, protected. it’s like going to a concert with a first date. adoring as he jammed out to the mellow, country music, switching to indie tunes. the bands versatility fitting your music taste well.

reiner felt like he was in a dream. squeezing a pretty girls hand as he jams out to his favorite music. feeling free, feeling happy. it’s been a while since he’s felt happy. his friends performed five songs, the last two being covers to famous artists. one of them being tennessee whiskey by chris stapleton. he took this opportunity to dance with you, slow dancing to the tune and smiling into each other’s faces. kissing not long after. your full lips gliding with his own delicately, tasting the strawberry chapstick in your lips. moaning into his mouth and pulling him closer, if that was remotely possible. as the crowd cheered around you two, empty in your heads, you continue to kiss. reiner applauding for his friends mentally. they’re watching with glee for their friend, going to mention it later on.

not long after were you making out against the fluffy sheets of his comforter, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hug him close to you. reiner kissing your neck while making love to you under that same moonlight he saw in your smile.

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sugawara-levi · 10 months

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the beach! with Reiner

cuddly Reiner imagine <3

established relationship, g/n reader

You place your towels right next to each other, they’re the same size and type but his look so much smaller under him.

He will want to stay as close as possible to you because he just loves your skin. Can’t get enough of it. That poor boy.

It’s so hot though. The weather. And his touch on top of it.

You want him to hold you because you know how much he loves to have you close.

But it’s just so fucking warm.

You’re quite literally melting into his touch and not in the good way.

How is he not affected by this?

You turn over to the side to look at him, his hand draped all over your stomach.

Of course, the big oaf is asleep.

Seeing this as a chance you skimmy out from underneath his plate-sized hand. You are soon freed, but your towel is not.

Oh well, a golden opportunity to check out the water temperature.

As soon as you leave he wakes up though. Looking around confused as to where his baby went until he sees you just by the water.

He stays back, enjoy the sun, enjoy the view of you.

You test the water with your toes, splash about a bit as you walk further out, looking at the sand between your toes. When you turn to look back at him you see that he’s now awake.

You ask him if he wants to join for a swim, but not yet he says, he just wants to watch you enjoy yourself right now.

When you get back your body is cool from the bath, you’re dripping everywhere including on him. He doesn’t mind, just smiles and asks you if it was nice.

Yea, it was very nice, he should’ve joined.

He will soon, he says.

He just wants to hold you a bit more first.

This time it’s not that overwhelming when he wraps his body around yours. His hair tickles your face and you giggle into each other.

When he’s content you go for another swim, together this time.

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret ｡･:*:☆

reiner braun x reader | wc: 0.9k | L’s FOLKLORE event

“People believe this? No one actually kisses like that.”

The couple (if you can even call them that) on the screen before you presses their lips together in a picture-perfect scene. No bad angles, awkward nose bumping, or spit strings to be found—they feverishly make out with one another with movie tier excellence.

You liked to spend your Friday nights curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching the popular cheesy dating show for the hell of it. Granted, it was entertaining and drama-filled—all you could ask for in a television program to unwind your week with.

However, your boyfriend decided to join you for this week’s episode, and it’s safe to say that he is absolutely horrified with the concept playing out before him.

“Oh and look, what a coincidence! There’s just an orchestra casually playing in the middle of a field! Totally unplanned and romantically natural,” Reiner heaves with sarcasm as you sit curled into his side beneath the blanket.

“Shhhh! It’s just a show,” you remind him with a light smack on the chest, “they have to make it dramatic and extravagant, y’know, for the watch factor.”

“It’s ridiculous,” he mutters beneath his breath, though his eyes are still glued to the show in front of him.

The two of you enjoy the commercial break in a comfortable silence, before the show returns back with a different setting. The man sits solemnly on a balcony, looking terrible distraught and ominous, as he pines over two completely different women.

Practically on the edge of your seat, you can’t wait to see the drama unfold with the eventual decision he makes. He begins to explain how his relationship with one of the women is light and easy, while the other is much more sensitive and dense and—

“Can I tell you something?”

Your boyfriend’s voice suddenly vibrates over the volume of the television, interrupting the contestant’s juicy monologue. You swallow back the sigh of aggravation that begs to crawl from your throat. It tastes like a reminder to never invite Reiner over to watch this show, ever again.

You lightly sigh, “Something tells me you’re going to, regardless of my answer.”

Reiner chuckles at your slight irritation, knowing how invested you get in the drama of the show, “Oh come on, baby. At least pretend to play along.”

“Fine,” you grumble into his shirt, eyes still fixated on the show before you, “enlighten me.”

“All these people think love’s for show, almost like it’s a game or competition.”

It is, you want to quip. It’s a dating show, built for entertainment and boosted for exploitation, of course it’s like a game. Regardless, you let your lover continue his thought on the matter.

“It just feels so fake to me,” he borderline whines. “The whole ‘date 10 people at once and whoever makes it to the end wins a proposal’ mindset can’t actually work, right?”

Your boyfriend, forever the sensitive lover, almost seems genuinely upset with the silliness of the show’s ways. The tiny crease between his furrowed brows is one you recognize of true annoyance, one you often see when he’s frustrated with something.

“Nah,” you reassure his distraught thoughts, “half of these couples don’t even last long enough to see an actual wedding.”

“So you agree with me,” he slightly turns his body towards you, which shifts your frame that leans on his, “you don’t think it’s real love?”

You earnestly nod against his arm, hoping to ease his worries on the meaningless manner. “Most of the time it’s just a lot of amplified infatuation, yes.”

“Thank you,” he smirks with victory, as if you ever disagreed with him in the first place. You decide to let him have his nonexistent win when you feel him relax back into the couch.

“Real love is different,” he declares, matter-of-factly.

“I’d hope so,” you quip with a tease, grateful his mini hissy-fit is over, “but what makes you say that?”

“I’d never have to do this shit with you,” he points to the television screen, where the same man from before now anxiously awaits for one of his girlfriends to meet him for a date that could make-or-break their relationship.

Reiner continues as the scene plays out, “I’d die for you in secret. I wouldn’t have to go on national television and cry about other women before deciding to propose to you.”

His words are oddly intimate—rough around the edges, sure, but still genuine and sweet beneath it all. With your attention now glued to him and the show’s plot now long forgotten, you admire your lover’s profile as his gaze remains on the television.

“And here this guy is, debating his love life in the middle of a field of roses.”

His comment makes you laugh, a light and mindless one that allows Reiner’s smile to meet his eyes. He rests his head on yours as the show cuts to commercial once more.

“No one’s dying for anyone,” you remind him with a grin, “and I wouldn’t ask you to do any of the crazy things these people do, for the record.”

A kiss lands on your temple before you feel his hand gently squeeze your side. Reiner goes back on his word at your unexpected confession.

“I mean, I’d do them if you asked...it just wouldn’t be televised.”

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner fic #reiner braun fic #reiner fluff #reiner braun fluff #reiner drabble #reiner braun drabble #L’s FOLKLORE event!

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kissagii · 1 year

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𝕟𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 - 𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

based on the song "neptune" by sleeping at last

genre: angst, gn!reader. wc: 0.5k

warnings: very angsty, thunderstorms, not proofread

Reiner had always pushed you away. Since you first met as cadets, you would interact a bit, and then he would distance himself. At some point happenstance would bring you back together, but he would only speak to you as much as was absolutely necessary. An the rare occasions that you did talk, reiner's walls would come down and he seemed more animated. More at ease. Even more so than when he spent time with the few friends he held close. But then, suddenly, he would revert back to a cold demeanor.

Of course, you'd try to reach out, but the stoic blonde continued to avoid you. Letters went unanswered, conversations were ended by a few dry statements, and you always managed to yourselves on the opposite sides of the room.

At this point you were ready to give up on him - but not without one final attempt. It was foolish, you knew. even still, you wanted to try to forge a bond, because what little you knew about him made you adore him, made you want to know more.

"Reiner," you called out after him as you left the mess hall. No response. You heightened your pace, calling out again "Reiner!"

Again he would not respond. So you reached out and grasped his wrist, tugging firmly, forcing him to turn and face you.

"What do you want?" his voice was flat, calculated, cold. unwavering.

"Why do you run away? Why do you open up to me only to shut me out again? Why do you hate me?" you tried to remain calm, in the way that reiner did, but your emotions were inevitable. You felt betrayed, though he had never spoken to you willingly. You had seen how kind he could be, but he had no intention of prolonging that kindness.

"I don't hate you." He pulled his hand sharply out of your grip, but made no move to turn away. Those sharp amber eyes pierced deep into your soul, so sincere.

"Then why do you do it? How do you explain how good natured you are when we're on missions? You could at least extend that politeness if you want nothing to do with me," your voice rose, louder than you had expected. It was never in your nature to be this confrontational, but with reiner... he brought out the best in you, but also the worst.

"Because-"

A sharp crack of thunder drowned out whatever he said. You knew he was speaking, his lips moving, a bit of shine in the golden depths of his eyes, but there was no sound audible over the sky's rumble.

You caught only the end - "I don't know how."

"What don't you know?" You asked, your question falling to deaf ears. Reiner watched the sky, searching for the light of the storm. In the silent moments of evening air, you could hear his breath shaking. You asked again. "Reiner, what don't you know?"

The sky flashed bright. He opened his mouth "I don't know how to-"

Again, his words were muffled, lost to the turmoil of the sky. But the two words he uttered you could see on his lips. Love you.

His meaning was not lost. But still, how? "Reiner, what do you mean?"

In silence, in darkness, he spoke to you, each word louder than gunshot and clear as day.

"I want to love you but I don't know how."

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bleubrri · 2 years

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reiner seemed to have an appetite for his own destruction. he had this insatiable need to consume you. he needed so desperately for every part of you to overtake every part of him. he’s made a home for himself in the nape of your neck and thinks he’d be perfectly content to die like this, mind clouded with your warmth, your scent, your touch.

you could plunge your fist into the depths of his chest; tear skin and crush bone to get to his beating heart and, god, he would let you. you’re like a piece of prized candy- he wants to savour you for as long as he can, wants to devour you over and over until you leave cuts on his gums and stain his tastebuds. he breathes you in and releases a shuddering breath that ignites goosebumps on your skin and causes you to stir from the cusp of sleep.

“you okay, love?”

your saccharine voice flooded the caverns of his mind. you filled him up until he could only think about you and the way your body felt against him. there was nothing particularly sensual about the way you were touching him, in fact he found comfort in the way your bare chest was pressed against his. the way you caressed the tuffs of hair behind his ear. he could get lost in the way your limbs tangled together, searching for every possible point of contact just to be closer and closer and closer to each other. he hummed in response, letting his lips ghost across your forehead, your eyelids, your cheekbones.

“perfect.” he muttered, meaning it in more ways than one. <3

#aot x reader #attack on titan #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #aot #aot x y/n #aot x you #reiner aot #reiner fluff #reiner braun imagine #reiner snk #aot fluff #reiner x black reader #aot x black reader #aot drabbles #reiner drabble

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lue-arlert · 2 years

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'' you're even more beautiful in the morning. '' with Reiner, but reader is the one saying it

Okay love this yes HERE WE GO (also pls don’t @ me for not answering your other ask yet I’m trying to figure it out 😭)

The morning after your first night spent with Reiner was just as peaceful as you would’ve hoped. He came over to your apartment after dinner, too nervous to bring you home to his own mother (and too embarrassed to have you see his bed did not grow with him from childhood).

You were wrapped up in your cotton sheets, the summer sunlight shimmering through the window and making him glow. You smiled, remembering the day you met him.

He’d come home from the Devil’s island, and wandered into your flower shop to buy a small bouquet—he gave it to his mother, playing it off that they were originally meant for her, but really, seeing them in the store front window cheered him up from the dreadful boat ride in. Since that day, he made a point to visit, and after a couple years, he finally asked you to dinner.

Many months and dates later, you finally brought him home, sharing an intimate night with him, holding each other, sharing quiet kisses, and even reading to one another from your favorite poetry book.

Reiner stirred, sighing through his nose before shifting his head away from the sunlight that warmed his cheeks, peering his eyes open to see you gazing at him, a small smile on your lips with your sleep-worn hair framing your cheeks and eyes.

He mumbled a quiet, “Hi,” shifting once more to lay on his side and pull you into him, kissing your brow.

“Hi,” you replied, your eyes never leaving his face.

He hummed softly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. When he realized you were staring, he asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, just…” You shook your head gently and reached up, carefully caressing his cheek and forehead. “You’re even more beautiful in the morning.”

He blushed and looked at you cautiously, his brows knitting together. “Do you mean that?”

You nodded and leaned your lips up to his, kissing him with a smile while your arm snaked around him, pulling his large frame tight against you in a reassuring squeeze.

Characters waking up together prompts

#ask lue #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner drabble #reiner braun aot

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7brownsuga7 · 2 months

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Happy international women’s day lovelies <3

It’s international women’s day, so what better way to thank you and show you his admiration than having his cock curving into you, brushing against your tight walls and hitting your cervix? Having you cry out in pleasure as he thrusts into you repeatedly, not giving you a chance to catch your breath.

He’s so thankful to have you in his life. He wants to show you how empowering you are, and how much you inspire him. He wants to use this day to show you that he recognises all of your aspects and contributions.

He’s shown you how thankful he is for you, told you, and now he wants you to feel it. The great woman that you are… The good woman that you are…

So ready for him to fuck you like his life depends on it. Burying himself inside of you with so much precision and eagerness that it has you crying out for him. Nails clawing at his back, leaving your mark so people know he belongs to you.

The flower arrangement sits on your bedside, a small gesture to show his appreciation for you, even though at the moment he’s showing his appreciation in other ways.

Despite his harsh thrusts, his hands are careful as they roam your body. Touch like silk. His words just the same, so soft and delicate as his words flow through your ears and run through your body, making your pussy clench around him. Your juices coating his cock and the sheets below you. You’re always so wet for him.

“Nghh please” you cry out as his balls repeatedly slap against your ass, him hurried deep inside of you to the point he’s knocked all the air out of you.

“Please what baby?” He looks at you to see if you’re in any pain. He knows he can get too carried away, he can’t help it. Especially when he can feel your pussy clenching around him, sucking him in.

“Too good” you let out a breathy whimper, “too good” he kisses your collarbone as he whispers an “I know”. His own voice failing him as a whimper escapes his lips too. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets himself bask in everything that is you. Your pussy, your scent, your embrace, everything about you.

And when you both cum undone, him throbbing inside you as you both come down from your high, thick liquid oozing out of you, mixing with your juices, is when he’ll remind you of how much you mean to him.

And he’ll fuck you again and again and again, because showing you his appreciation is better than just telling you.

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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playing with yourself when he’s not around…or so you thought! 🫣

voyeurism, mutual masturbation

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you couldn’t help yourself really…when the urges hit, there was no containing them. No matter the time or place. Lying in your bed, hand snaking up your shirt to grope your breasts and even allow them to spill out of your tank top. Nipples erect from the cool air and constant arousal. Gripping them in your palm as you chew at your bottom lip..you can feel yourself become more aroused as the minutes pass.

Your body is riddled with heat and ecstasy…the desire to touch yourself growing absolutely unbearable. So much so, you’re scrambling to rub that dripping pussy; shoving a hand into your shorts and massaging that clit on instinct. You immediately come undone at the slightest touch, tracing tiny circles on the hood before moving just a hair’s breadth to the actual bud. Your body practically jolts from the mattress as those soft fingertips stimulate the minuscule bundle of nerves. Faint whimpers fill the atmosphere along with the sloshing wetness of your sex. “Oh fuck..” mumbling quietly with a hand placed across your mouth, as not to alert anyone to what you were doing. Eventually, you couldn’t handle it and just tugged your shorts down your legs, giving you far more room to spread them apart. Now those digits were sunk knuckle deep into that tight little cunt..squeezing and spasming with each pump. Cream slathered all down your brown skin, akin to that of milky silk. It was a sight to behold for sure and anyone would be lucky to replace your fingers..he hoped that it soon would be him. Standing in your slightly cracked door frame, stroking himself to the same pace and rhythm. How desperately he wanted to touch you..burst in that room and give you what you needed. But he couldn’t disturb you in such a sexy and vulnerable state. He was enjoying watching you work yourself over the edge. Slowly and quietly, he’d grasp the wooden panel with one hand and his shaft with the other. Fucking his own fist; pressing that swollen tip through his clutched fingers..he was trying to remain as silent as possible. He’d even shut his eyes for a split second and just listen to your sweet whimpering. The way you cried out and gasped as that peak grew closer. He’d catch the slightest glimpse of your back rising from the bed and imagined that it was him causing you to do that. He craved it..needed to know what it felt like. As embarrassing as it was; jacking off like some prepubescent teen boy. A virgin never knowing the pleasures of a woman’s insides. He felt ashamed. But he couldn’t find the courage to interrupt you..so he’d stand there. Patiently pumping that cock, listening to you with bated breath, afraid to exhale in the fear that he’d be caught. Doing so until you finally finished..soaking your silk sheets in that beautiful liquid. Leaving you to spasm and quiver. At the same time, he too would meet his climatic high and spurt warm cream, covering his knuckles that had gone white from the immense pressure. All of it was released the second he came. Shaking and thankful that he hadn’t been spotted either..but little was he aware..

“Did you enjoy the show? I think I can go for round two if you wanna join me..”

you were a lot more perceptive that he had pegged you for!

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reiner, connie, armin, nicolas, namami, choso, sanji, aran + anyone else you’d like to add.

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pinkmirth · 9 months

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i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

⸻ STUFFED!

SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?

CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him.

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly?

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking the week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl.

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot?

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you.

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright.

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning.

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pocoyo-yo · 9 months

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- smut, black!coded reader, f/m, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, crying (y/n tho lol), crude language, mating press (pos.), overstimulation -

FRESHLY MANICURED NAILS clawed at the wrinkled pink sheets of your bed. your tangled, newly installed weave was sprawled across your many plump pillows. you were practically folded in half— ankles dangled by your ears and your body felt sticky with sweat and cum.

"take it, baby— give me another one 'n cum on this dick.."

his words went through one ear and out the other while he pounded his cock in your tight pussy. your toes curled at the feeling of overstimulation flowing through your veins— watering eyes flickering to the back of your head. you moaned softly and tears fluttered down your hot cheeks. everytime his wet cock split apart your creamy folds; you squealed— biting don hard on your bottom lip. the wet ripples of your skin with every slap of his hips against yourself filled the room.

"s— stop," you sobbed and hiccuped on moans as his thumb raked circles over your swollen clit. ".. 'can't cum no more! stop p— please!"

"yes you can— now shut the fuck up 'n take it, pretty." he grunted— harsh breaths left his red lips.

you furrowed your brows and glanced down. your tits bounced on par with each of his thrusts and your tummy jiggled— his pace was unforgiving. the pads of his rough fingers rubbed the sensitive bud which made little whimpers flow from your sore throat.

"no! no! i— i'm.." you jerked your hips back— the feeling was overwheming.

he pressed his body closer to your own— your arousal coated his dick with ever every thrust. a creamy, white ring formed around the base— his cum from previous rounds smeared on your inner thighs and leaked from your hole.

"ya wanted this— walked around like a slut in public just beggin' to get fucked," he raised his slightly hand and slapped your clit. "now you got my dick but y're still complainin.."

you whined, "I— I'm not! baby please..!"

"baby please," he mocked— a wide grin spreading across his face. ".. now make me cum— it's all yours, mama."

CHARACTERS - TOJI, SUKUNA, todo, reiner, CONNIE, eren, MIGUEL O'HARA, draken, HANMA, TAIJU, sanemi, AOMINE

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lolitakirstein · 4 months

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Sleepy men

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

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness.

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

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

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

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

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sugawara-levi · 9 months

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some SnK boys and their love-languages <3

Levi, Reiner & Connie

Levi: acts of service, quality time

Levi doesn’t need you to be all up in his shit or to be all up in your shit. You’re both two different people and he respects that, it’s important to him. Instead he will do these small things in the everyday to let you know, show you, that he cares. Love is a verb, right? He will make you breakfast, a cup of tea, clean up the mess you made last night when working late in the sofa. Put your work laptop and papers next to your bag on the table so you don’t have to waste time looking for it. Write little notes on the days he’s up early and you’re out late. Buy that thing for you that you wanted but never got the time to buy for yourself. It’s the little things for him.

And the little moments. When you’re both sat in the sofa with a book, just sharing the moment. Or enjoying a day together at the new art gallery that opened in town. Eating dinner together at the end of the day. To him, these things tie you together.

Reiner: physical touch

He will have you sprawled all over him or be sprawled all over you. Respectfully of course, we wouldn’t want to hurt you under his massive weight. But skin contact? Is essential. Knees touching, legs wrapped over each other in the sofa. Your foot in his lap even when at the table. Sleep with your leg tucked over his or his arm tucked around you. If you fall asleep first he will pull your leg the way he wants it. Literally cannot fall asleep without contact. What if you disappear? How will he know unless you’re constantly touching?

Out in public is much the same but more subdued. If not holding hands you will be locking pinkies. His hand at your back, or your hand wrapped around his arm if the situation calls for it.

Also, get ready for back hugs.

Connie: words of affirmation.

I don’t care. This boy will be so vocal with his love for you. Telling you how lovely you look, how much he misses you, how much he loves you. How much he appreciates your presence. How much it means to him when you message him, how much he loves your smile. Even if the situation doesn’t call for it he will go out of his way to tell you this. He doesn’t care if his friends call him lovesick or tease him, conveying his love for you is always top priority.

However this goes both ways. When he doesn’t get the acknowledgment he needs he gets so insecure. Who would have thought. This happy-go-lucky guy who seems like he wouldn’t give a fuck. He doesn’t really, but when it comes to you he does. When he doesn’t hear it from you he gets so mopey, his head literally hanging from his shoulders. He looks so crestfallen that boy, like the world is falling apart right under his feet. Please just tell him what he needs to hear<3

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ramonathinks · 6 months

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AITA for telling my best friend the only want for me to forgive him after i found him smelling my underwear is by eating me out? — REINER BRAUN

note: i couldn’t think of a title ?? lol so i might change it at some point idk but since @honeybleed wanted me to post what i sent in the gc 🙄🙄❤️ & for my pookie @pinkmirth because reiner is her man

content warning: (18+, no minors, no blank accounts) oral fixation, oral (f), panty sniffing, male masturbation, reiner is a bit touch starved orrr whatever

reiner made it a habit to lay his head on your lap. it wasn’t something he did when he was particularly moody but it was just something he needed every once in a while. he’d lay there with his eyes closed and you’d stroke his face and rub his scalp, occasionally he’d ask for a “friendly” kiss to his forehead, and that would be it. he needed that comfort; craved it. leaned into your touch and inhaled deeply. with how close he was, he always caught a whiff of what was between your legs. he didn’t mind it; he wanted more than just the scent of it, he wanted to be coated in it. sometimes when you were deep into your phone or whatever movie was playing, he’d slide his face just a tad bit closer to your cunt and do a quiet inhale. he’d do anything in his power to not get hard, fighting his thoughts and fighting the smell. he could just chalk it up to morning wood or something, he knew that.

reiner also knew that he shouldn’t be doing what he’s planning right now. you were only friends, best friends, and best friends didn’t do this to their best friends. but he couldn’t help his self. you always smelled so good and your panties were so cute. frilly pink and a cute little bow on the top; they were sitting on your washing machine and he was counting the seconds until he heard your shower turn on. he gulped, picking them up and holding them in his hand. one sniff wouldn’t hurt would it? he pressed his nose deep into the pink cloth and groaned out: “fuck,” he inhaled again, feeling his pants tighten.

as cock grew harder, he pushed the panties harder into his nose — the smell overwhelming his senses. pulling his pants down, he bites his lips. “wish i could just…fuck, wanna have you to myself.” he swallows, pulling his boxers down. the cool air making him hiss as he wraps his hand around his throbbing cock and jerks himself a bit. with sticky coated fingers, he does one last sniff before he wraps the panties around his cock. sliding them up and down on his leaky cock. “ah fuck, that’s it.” he squeezes his eyes shut. “that’s it, that’s it.”

“reiner, what are you-“ you gasp. eyes wide. he’s quick to put his cock up, but he knew you already saw it.

“it’s not what you think.”

“it’s not what i think? you were… jerking off with my panties rei and it isn’t what i think?”

he gulps, “i just… i can’t explain myself.” he sighs, finally allowing himself to put the panties down. “you just always smell so good and i couldn’t help myself.”

“so you’re a pervert?”

he grimaces but hangs his head low, “yeah..? just… i don’t want this to ruin our friendship, i never thought i’d get to this point and i just… please forgive me.” he pleads, finally looking your way.

“i don’t know rei…” but your clit was throbbing, a new rhythm all on its own. you pushed your thighs apart in an effort to clear your mind. but reiner was always handsome, too handsome for his own good.

you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t have a tiny crush on him, he was always snuggling into you, spending the night and he had always been there for you. he treated you better than all the men in your life. maybe you should forgive him.

maybe if he…

it was your turn to swallow gulp and turn your head away, “i could forgive you…if you…” his eyes big as he awaits your answer. you were too embarrassed to even say it. “eat me out.”

you could see the way his cock twitched in his pants. “you’re…sure? i mean…” he thought about it time and time before but never did he think you’d ever want him to do that to you.

“nevermind—“

“no. no. it just caught me off guard.” he moves closer to you and takes your hand. “i want to.”

you were fresh out of the shower and the soapy smell on your skin was embedded. but when you spread yourself, he was salivating.

pretty and pink insides with wetness sticking your lips together. the more you spread yourself the more the strings of wetness broke apart. he groaned, “fuck, so pretty.” the smell overwhelming him, he loved it.

this was better than the panties.

he met your eyes before he did a small taste, licking a long stripe up and down your folds. your back arched a bit and he smiled.

he slurps and digs his face in, wetness on his tongue as he spreads your thighs apart even more. opening his mouth, he presses deep sucks into your slit — tongue exploring the center of your sweet creamy center before he works his way up.

he lays his tongue on your clit and sucks. he sucks once and groans, he sucks twice and then he opens his mouth wider — trying to lick at your slit and suck on your clit at the same time. “can’t get enough of you.”

he pulled back, letting your clit go before diving back in and swirling his tongue all over your swollen bud. you’re whining and thrusting your pussy more into his face. rolling your hips into his face, he lays his tongue down flat, small licks all around, watching your body flinch with every tiny touch of his tongue.

“don’t stop—!” your toes curl.

but he wasn’t planning on it.

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