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magicxc · 2 months
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Safe Word
Pairings: Survey Corps x Reader - how they react to the safe word being called
Word Count: 2967
Warnings: cuteness overload
A/N: This is how I think our bois would react to the safe word being used. Everyone is respectful and fluffy in this so enjoy and tell me what ya think!!
If you’re up to it, check out my headcannon with aot x safeword ignored. Its as it sounds - a darker version of this, so do proceed with caution.
Safe word - sparrow
Eren  - Maybe it was the emotional toll of the day or the sensitivity right before the start of your period, but you just couldn’t keep up. Normally when Eren got a little rough with you it was an enjoyable experience but today just seemed rather, off. Legs curled around his waist as he steadily drove into you left you with nowhere to go; taking everything he was giving your body. And suddenly it became too much to handle, the pressure of it yielding more discomfort than pleasure. You tried to hold on, for him, but the tears that pricked at your eyes had Eren slowing down before your words did.
“Sp- sparrow,” you heaved, the waterworks now in full effect. Halting completely Eren pulled out of you, thumbs wiping away at your cheeks as he bombarded you with questions. 
Apologising for something he didn’t yet understand, he engulfed you in a bear hug until you were ready to express yourself; slowly rocking you both back and forth as he kissed along your temple. After explaining to him how you felt overwhelmed with everything, he’d made you promise to always tell him when you weren't feeling like yourself, especially if it was at the expense of his pleasure. Nodding in agreement, you’d watch as he left to get you a bottle of ice cold water; cuddling you to a peaceful sleep once you’d both settled down.
Levi - being humanity’s strongest soldier meant that Levi had to be extra careful when it came to everyday people. Certain things like a friendly game of arm wrestling or even cracking eggs for breakfast had to be approached cautiously. And while you did allow him to let loose in the bedroom, even that he conducted to a certain extent; always holding your safety in high regard. However, his idea of taking it easy and your idea of taking it easy were vastly different and while you two were still trying to gauge his strength in the early stages of your relationship, there was a safe word put in place.
“Sparrow,” you’d weakly cried out, eyelids heavy and limbs flaccid from the sixth round you and Levi had found yourselves in. While the sex was great and the orgasms mind numbing, six rounds on your poor body was beginning to take its toll. You’d felt weak and the heated feeling building in your belly to signal yet another explosive finish was borderline sweltering. No longer did those black dots that danced around your vision feel fun and soon the empty contents of your stomach threatened to rise. It was like a HIIT workout for a beginner but without the prep. 
Sweat prickled at your forehead and body moist enough to stick to the sheets you were all too eager to tap out, revealing to Levi just how wrecked you were beginning to feel.
After hearing the safe word he stopped immediately, eyes bulging out of his sockets at the idea that he’d hurt you beyond repair. He tended to be a bit drastic in thought when it came to you, but that didn't stop the apologies that tumbled from his lips. Levi would go on to make you a cup of green tea to calm down your symptoms and would keep you up in conversation until the sun rose; much like a mother making her child sing in the bathtub to ensure their safety while she left the room for a towel. How your quiet boyfriend managed to talk you into the wee hours of the morning surely surprised you, but you’d gladly indulge at the efforts he’d go through to make sure that you were okay.
Erwin - Erwin was a generous lover, sometimes too generous as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Tongue flat against the nub, he’d let enough drool gather at the tip to rub around the bud as effortlessly as possible. Coupled with the two finger combo he’d drive into your pussy had you seeing literal stars. Erwin had come to learn that not only did this garner powerful orgasms for you, but it also garnered quick ones. It was something about his skilled body that would have you unraveling in three minutes flat. And much like the Commander of the Scouts appreciated when his planning yielded successful results on the field, so did the Commander in the bedroom appreciate when his woman yielded successful results from his ministrations; so much so that he’d barely hear the word leave your mouth.
Stopping, he’d uttered “what?”
“I said sparrow,” you panted.
“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” he apologised.
Thankful for the break, all you could manage was to catch your breath before Erwin began interrogating you with questions of how you felt, where’d it hurt, when did it become too much, what do you need, why didn’t you stop him sooner, etc.
You literally had to shut him up with a finger to his lips, clarifying to Erwin that while it was more pressure than pain, you were fine now. Did it stop him from hurling ten more questions your way? No! And while you were initially annoyed, you were appreciative that he’d cared so much that he was willing to nail down the exact line of no return so he’d know never to cross it again. 
Connie - “thwack” was the loud echo of your skin crackling against Connie’s palm. Bent over his knee, he found himself ‘punishing’ you for whatever roleplay you guys were currently in the middle of. Eight spanks in and the fiery ache to your ass cheek had you quickly forgetting exactly what scenario you two were acting out. All you could think of was how soon you wanted it to end. 
Apparently you’d stop counting which meant that Connie had to start from the top and maybe it was the soreness of your ass, but his hits seemed to rain down even harder on your puffy skin - no doubt leaving behind a handprint. And by the third count you were effectively tapping out, croaking out your safe word before his hand could connect again.
“Sparrow, sparrow, sparrow.”
Hand halted high in the air, Connie quickly turned you over and wrapped you in his arms, begging for your forgiveness. The pleading never ceased and when you were finally able to gather your thoughts, all you wanted was to call it a night.
You’d forgiven him rather quickly especially considering you both were trying something new. But after he’d rub your skin down in aloe vera gel, you two discussed the idea of a middle word, much the same as a yellow traffic light signals that a car should slow down, this middle word would signal that whatever act is being done should continue with caution.
Plopping down next to you, Connie had showered you with kisses, apologies, and now snacks; even managing to slide in a joke or two. While this was an uncomfortable experience for you both, his love language was definitely laughter, trying his best to keep the atmosphere light but also working towards making sure that something like this never happens again.
Jean - While you and Jean tried to keep sex relatively fresh, nothing could ever really beat the classics - good ole fashion head. It was fun and oftentimes turned you on just as much. Face lodged between his thighs, the floor beneath you was a slobbering combination of your spit and Jean’s fluids. 
His hand guided you on the exact pace he wanted you to go, muttering out instructions of how you should please him in the process. The better it felt, the more aggressive he tended to get, hands cradled around your neck as he bobbed you along his shaft.The words you attempted to say came out mumbled and instead sent vibrations to all the right places; and what he thought was you amplifying the experience only made him thrust his hips toward your face more forcefully. Spit bubbling out the corners of your mouth and tears streaming down your face, Jean couldn’t have felt more turned at the sight, his brows crinkling to confusion once your fists began to beat against his thighs.
Halting his movements, he helps you up to which you breathlessly utter your safe word - “sparrow.”
Jean’s face instantly fell and regret filled him to the brim at the idea that he’d been so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn’t realise just how uncomfortable things were getting for you. 
Of course you knew Jean would never hurt you on purpose but you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated with him. Opting to talk about it some more in the morning when you’d be more emotionally settled, you watched as Jean ran a bath for you; delicately washing the stress from your body and carefully preparing you both for bed. In between it all, he’d profusely apologised, promising to be more attentive the next time you found yourselves sexually active.
By the end of the night, you were pretty much over the incident and insisted on being the big spoon to Jean to allow him a bit of vulnerability in a moment that no doubt left him feeling distraught. 
Onyankopon - It was safe to say that Ony was above average. While sex with him was definitely mind blowing, it had its moments of discomfort and today seemed to be one of them. Fresh from date night, you guys burst through the front door, lips glued to the other as fingertips slid along heated skin. Clothes were stripped and scattered throughout the room, with your foot slamming the door close behind you. 
Soon enough, you’d both ended up on the couch with you atop Ony, riding him into oblivion. And boy was he excited to help you, thick hands tightly secured around your waist as he grinded you into his hips; a nice rhythm that was slowly picking up in pace. His deep thrusts only added to the sensation, dick at the tip of your cervix, as you tried to ride yourself into creating more moisture for the friction.
You were eager to have sex with Ony and you still wanted to, but sometimes it took a little more work to get you as ready as he was. Even though you were turned on, your body needed more time to catch up with your mind. And try as you might, you had to call it quits for now.
“Ohhh my gosh, Ony!! Sparrow, please sparrow,” you’d chanted.
Carefully dislodging himself from you, Ony carefully sat you on the chair, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear before landing a soothing kiss to your forehead. 
“I’m so sorry pretty,” he lamented.
He’d thank you for speaking up and went on to inspect your body for any bruising. This wasn’t the first time you and Ony had gotten caught up in the moment and it surely wasn’t the first time your body was slower to catch up to his; but it would be the first time you’d felt all too tender to proceed.
You were still ready to go, but you definitely needed a little more prep and after confirming that you were okay to continue, Ony insisted on adding to the moisture with his rigid tongue - ensuring that you’d come at least twice before entering you again. He’d even let you ride him, after much convincing, and was hell bent on taking things slow tonight and for the next several days to come.
Reiner - Maybe his boss had pissed him off. Or maybe there was a discrepancy with one of his coworkers. Hell, maybe he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but for whatever the reason Reiner was not giving you any moment's reprieve. If the head board that viciously slammed against the wall wasn’t indication enough, your sore pussy surely was. 
Not that it happened often, but you didn't mind when Reiner lost himself inside you. In fact, you’d insisted on it; insisted that he mold your body to his will all in the name of relieving his frustrations. But today felt different, felt unfamiliar. You watched as his lips came together to let out grunt after grunt - looking on as his eyes stared straight through you, dark and obscure. You’d even noticed the way he handled your body so carelessly, tossing you around as if you were a rag doll. 
And you’d begun to feel exploited. Like a stranger using your body to get himself off and the lump that bloomed in your throat had made the safe word almost impossible to say; but somehow you’d managed, and thankfully he’d heard. 
“SPARROW,” you’d yelped.
Reiner’s thrusting had slowed to a complete stop, confusion etched into his every feature; and finally you’d begun to see cracks of your boyfriend, almost as if his spell of anger was lifted.
He’d been mortified when you explained to him how you felt, dropping to his knees as he clung onto your torso in a fit of apologies. He stayed like that for a few minutes and when you both came to, you assured him that you’d be fine and encouraged him instead to talk to you before he decided to use your body as a sole source of relief. 
Reiner agreed, but things between you sort of fizzled out over the weeks to come. It felt like he was walking on eggshells when it came to you in conversation and physical touch alike; gently kissing you or even hugging you, almost like he was afraid that you’d break at the slightest pressure. No matter your efforts to assure Reiner that you were fine, you decided to let it run its course.
And over time, he’d learn to do a lot of self work and reflection in terms of getting to the root of his problems all the while being more open in discussing his true feelings and thoughts with you. You were overjoyed that he was finally taking the necessary steps toward improving his mental health. And when he finally felt comfortable enough to effectively communicate with you, to have sex with you, and to even get rough with you, well, it was divine.
Armin - Nipple play was Armins latest obsession. He’d gotten into it after a sexy session between you two and what started out as initial embarrassment turned into full fledged enjoyment. So much so that he’d encourage you to get in on the action as well. 
Although nipples were an erogenous zone for everyone, you couldn’t help but feel that yours were a little more delicate; or at the very least Armin had a higher tolerance for pain. Clamps latched onto each nipple, Armins hand was firmly wrapped around your throat as he drove into you again and again. There would be the occasional tugging of the clamps and what started out as hypersensitivity very quickly turned painful.
You’d tried to utter the safe word, but with Armin’s hand around your neck, the best you could do was mouth it and fortunately for you he was an attentive enough lover to catch it. Unwrapping his hand, you murmured the word once more for good measure.
“Sparrow.”
Still inside of you, he’d come to a standstill, peering beneath wet eyelashes in what you could only describe as panic. Fat teardrops hit your cheeks from above as he works to unlatch the clamps and pulls out of you entirely; the apologies never ceasing.
Seeing Armin so riled up had gotten you equally as emotional and before you knew it tears were sliding down your cheeks as well, arms flying around his neck as you held him close. The night grows quiet save for your hearts that beat against the others chest and when enough time passes by, you both decide to get some sleep, still wrapped tightly in each other's arms, choosing to discuss it in the morning.
Floch - Floch had turned you all the way out. You’d become perfect in every way for him and that included sexual. Ass hiked into the air, you bounced into the mattress each time he drove into you. And it’d felt great, it always did. But somehow you just couldn’t get into the groove of things this go round. To put it simply, you weren’t in the mood and it wasn’t until he was balls deep did you realise. Were you turned on? Yes. Was your body responsive to his? Absolutely. But your mind wasn’t in it and you’d wanted this session to end just as quickly as it started. No matter how far along you and Floch got into sex, let alone penetrative sex it was always crystal clear between you two that consent could be revoked at any time; and you decided to do just that.
“Sparrow,” was the safe word you so tiredly whispered.
Immediately Floch stopped thrusting, removing himself from you as he kissed up to your spine until he’d reached your neck, sorry on the tip of his tongue in between each peck. He’d carefully flipped you over and proceeded to shower your face in butterfly kisses, apologies continuing to spill from his mouth until you were able to speak. 
Worn out, you’d go on to tell him how you felt and he’d mildly chastised you for even letting it get this far. After all, he is a grown man and would never put his pleasure before your well being. Softly smiling, you thanked him and leaned in for an open mouth kiss.
To seal the deal, Floch went on to massage your entire body down with your favorite oils until your light snores lured him into his own slumber; eager to get a full night's rest so he could treat you to your favorite breakfast in the morning.
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jjkeremika · 4 months
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AoT who are rough when intimate with you (and Hard Claws)
Levi, Mikasa, Eren, Hange, Reiner, Jean
x fem!reader
description: AoT characters who are rough during intimacy… on purpose or accidental… that’s up to their own discretion (and whether or not you believe them)
(AoT who are soft when intimate with you (Soft Paws))
**VERY nsfw**
warning/disclaimer(s): face slapping; face fucking; bruises; orgasm denial; overstimulation; ignores you; ass/pussy spanking; begging
Levi Ackerman (face slapping; face fucking)
The slap across your cheek stings the most, the feeling amplified ten times by the rush of blood to the area and the direct eye contact heating up your body. You touch your hand to your rushing cheek, a light smile shared between you and Levi.
Levi stands bare in front of you tauntingly, proudly, his hand outstretched like it might collide with your face again, as you stoically sit on your knees. “What, baby?” he asks deeply, aggressively, “Still have something to say?”
You share a knowing smirk, whispering, “I think you already know,” and whimpering as he takes a demanding step forward and wraps a fist in your hair. You peer up at Levi with hooded eyes and a barely open mouth with your tongue peeking out.
He groans gutturally, his jaw clenching in sexual frustration as he grabs the base of his eager cock and angles the tip to your lips, letting the beads of bitter precum meet your tastebuds. You eagerly engulf him in your mouth, your slapped cheek stinging from the stretch, and you choke on a giggle as he thrusts his hips in and out, holding your hair and matching his thrusts.
Mikasa Ackerman (leaves bruises, breaks skin)
She’s an Ackerman; the roughness comes with the territory. You know that, you like that, but she is oblivious to her own strength, her fingernails digging into your thighs too deeply and her teeth marking your skin too harshly every time.
You gasp at the sharp pain of her fingernails imbedding into the skin of your thigh, and your eyes close tight and a whimper escapes as her fingers roughly push against your spongy insides. She picks up the speed of her fingers thrusting in and out of you as she salivates at the fluid seeping out of you.
“Ahh, Mikasa!” you shout when she tucks her nose between your legs, harshly bites your inner thigh before lapping gleefully at your stimulated muscles. Mikasa hums in response, digging one hand’s fingernails into your butt cheek and smacking the other.
She kisses and bites from your pussy to your neck, roughly holding your wrists above your head with one hand and tweaking your nipples with the other. You can feel the bruises forming as she runs her fingers up and down the curve of your spine, as she tells you, “Stay still,” massages your ass, and nips at your hips.
Eren Jaeger (orgasm denial)
“E-Er-Eren,” you moan, small tears forming in the corner of your eyes at the burning feeling brewing in your abdomen, “p-please, I… I…”
You tilt your neck and stare pleadingly at Eren, who rests at the foot of the bed with his chin resting in his hands. He smirks, a glinting flame in his eyes as they roam your naked, sweaty, begging body. You move to sit upright, and he abruptly sits up, clicks his tongue admonishingly and points back to the bed with his index finger.
You groan and fall back to the sheets as he starts to slowly crawl over you, gracing your thigh with two very light fingers from the knee to the hip. He tsks, a devilish smirk lighting up his face, “Oh, no, baby… I haven’t said you could move yet.”
Eren catches your hand snaking down to your crotch and his hand quickly snatched out, gripping your wrist tightly and pressing it into the mattress. His smirk drops to a glaring squint, but his eyes sparkle with that same amusement. “I said no touching.”
Hange Zoe (overstimulates/ignores you)
“Ha-Hang-Hange, st-stah!” you cry out, biting into the pillow instead of screaming, Hange’s long fingers and nails poking and prodding inside your vagina and stretching out the muscles to its extent.
Hange rubs their hand up and down your spine, playing with each bony nub between three fingers as they curiously poke and thrive in the spongy, foreign organ. “N’aww, sweetie, it’s okay,” they coo, smiling wide with excitement as they stare intently at the liquid leaking around their fingers, lubricating them further, “you’re doing so well. Almost there.”
You loosely anchor one hand into the mattress and awkwardly push the other out behind you, trying to swipe their fingers away, the feeling becoming too much.
They grabbed your forearm and held it to your back, pressing down firmly to hold you in place as you squirmed away from their thrusting fingers, picking up speed as they lost themselves in the bending of your spine.
Reiner Braun (ass/pussy spanking)
“Fuck, baby, have you learned your lesson yet?” Reiner huffs, his hand painfully colliding with your already red cheeks, his bare and leaky cock inching threateningly close to your tempting and presenting labia.
He wants an answer, some half-gasp hearty moan that drags his dick alongside your meek backwards grip. His sore hand collides with your pussy lips, a wet echo vibrating in all directions, then immediately smacks a wet, white outline onto your pink asscheek. “Did that hurt?” He’s verging more breathless than you. “Do you want me to give you something that does?”
You cry out as his hand connects with the sore nerves two more times, shouting, “Yes, yes, I’ve learnt—I’ll behave! I’ll behave!” in a lag, your brain aching for less time lost to processing the throbbing numbness spiraling out.
Reiner smiles against the thin skin on your back, blindly thrusting his hips and grazing his teeth against your spine as your aching muscles catch the tip.
Jean Kirsten (begging)
Jean wants you to beg for it, wants you to whine and bend by any means necessary to convince him to continue, to touch you again.
The overwhelming heat that builds in his gut as he fucks inside you, watching your eyes squeeze shut as he manhandled your bouncing breasts—he needs to pull out before his vision blurs and he cums prematurely.
He fixates on your crying parted lips and twists your nipple as he stops at the apex, rips away all physical contact and gasps over you. He smirks devilishly and hovers his body over yours, negotiating the threat of falling into you.
“Jean, please,” it’s a breathy plea, but you know it will eventually work, “don’t stop—why are you stopping? I need you.” You held his head between your hands and pushed his nose to your cleavage, his teeth just grazing the red hot nerves. “Please—gah, please, Jean, baby, plea—aHH—”
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beautyisinkonpaper · 14 days
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Reijean Smut Headcanons
this is a VERY 18+ post, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT!!!!
all takes place post-rumbling, established relationship
jean tops for the first time, very slow and soft, full of feeling. reiner sees stars when jean cums inside, spilling all over his own abdomen and chest. jean kisses his way up reiner's body, licking and sucking him clean. they make out for a bit in bed, until the hilarity of it all causes them both to start giggling
the second time, jean starts off riding reiner, being an absolute tease, slowly raising and lowering until reiner gives into his indulgences and turns them over, fucking jean hard. it's here that reiner's obsession with jean's noises starts, because jean whimpers in a way that makes reiner go feral
the third time, jean uses that to his advantage, moaning filthily so reiner fucks him rough and deep.
the fourth time, reiner asks very shyly if jean can top him again. jean's holding himself back, and reiner can tell, so he pulls jean down into a wet open mouth kiss and slides their tongues together. "fuck me like you mean it," reiner says, and jean does.
if jean's the type to make lewd sounds during sex, reiner's a talker. he loves dirty talk, feeding into jean's ego by complimenting him, and describing all the nasty things he loves doing to jean. when he's on the bottom, he turns into an incoherent babbling mess of a man, and jean delights in the knowledge that he's the one doing this to reiner.
reiner chokes on his coffee the first time jean calls him a good boy, as a joke. it gets incorporated into sex shortly after.
the only time they stop in the middle of sex is when reiner's on his knees giving jean a blowjob, and jokes "i've had a gun in my mouth before, this is much more pleasant," when he comes up for air. Jean stops them right there because he's so worried about reiner. he makes them warm tea and reiner cries telling the story.
They have a lot of soft sex too, once the initial thrill calms down. That's not to say the wild rough-fucking goes away. they both decide very certainly that they would like to live somewhere without neighbors, so reiner can make jean scream.
reiner admits to having a little bit of a pain kink, one day, but jean outright refuses to do anything to hurt reiner, even if it's consensual. reiner melts at that, still overwhelmed by the idea of jean caring about him, and tells jean he loves him so many times they both lose count.
when they do move into that farmhouse, reiner wastes no time getting jean's clothes off and pounding him into the bed. they fall right back into honeymoon phase, having sex once a day at the least, reiner encouraging jean to make as much noise as he wants.
they both find the other's strength very attractive, but jean especially loved being manhandled. his favorite activity is teasing reiner until he loses control, dropping whatever he's doing to fuck jean.
when jean's wants to top, he tilts reiner's head up. They only have a few centimeters height difference, but jean uses it to his advantage.
when reiner wants to top, he pulls on jean's hair and bites at his throat. jean loves how hickeys look on his skin, and he'll flaunt them by wearing very low cut tops (resulting in more marks).
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erudianokabe · 5 months
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HELLO! I just wanted to share this art work that I've commissioned from @adrienwithane. A pleasure to work with for sure, and I don't even have enough words in my vocab to express just how much I love how it turned out.
I will never get over how much I adore this. Never. Julian was so accommodating with my requests, and also helped me come up with the over all look after giving a description of what the gist of the piece would be. They both look so precious. Listen, Reiner being cared for and pampered albeit scolded a bit for carelessness will always be my guilty pleasure.
But also I do like me some Honorary Marleyan/Eldian x Marleyan agenda dhfsjkdf
Y'all should definitely check out Julian's works here on tumblr but also on Patreon.
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marleysfinest · 1 year
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what would reiner’s perfect day look like?
in a perfect world, you both wake up a little on the late side. not obscenely late, maybe around 9am, but in comparison to his 5am wakes as a Warrior, reiner considers this a lay-in.
you’re definitely not up and out right away. he loves to bask in the sleepiness and wake up slowly, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he wakes you with him by wrapping those big arms around you tightly, planting gentle kisses on your forehead.
if the mood takes you both - and it always does with him - you may very well start the day with the most delicious slow, gentle, sleepy sex. nothing wild - it can be as simple as getting down to it while spooning, but that doesn’t make it any less passionate.
once you pull yourselves from beneath the duvet, reiner will always make you breakfast. whatever you want - pancakes, waffles, a simple slice of toast, it’s all the same to him. all he cares is that you get a good first meal of the day, and that you refuel after your morning antics in bed.
a perfect day to him would involve something as simple as a long walk. he drives you to a nearby village with a stately home to take in the fresh air. if it’s hot out, he’ll always use it as an excuse to picnic on the lawn and buy ice cream. if it’s cold, he spoils you with the biggest hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows to keep you warm. what’s most important to him is that you can use the walk as time to discuss everything; your past, your present, your future, your loves, your hates, and all the silliest things you can think of. he doesn’t mind what it is, he just loves to talk to you.
when you get home, you almost always decide to stay in rather than go out to a fancy restaurant, and reiner doesn’t mind this at all. in fact, he’d sooner curl up on the sofa with takeout and watch some tv with you (his guilty pleasure is Bridgerton) than have to compose and restrain himself across the white linen of a restaurant table. after all, once you’ve both had a glass or two of wine, the air inevitably grows thick with tension. at least if you’re already home he can get you to bed right away.
when the tv goes off and the dinner is cleared away, you might share another glass of wine before diving into one another on the sofa. he pulls you onto his lap so that you're straddling him, his hands firmly gripping your ass right away as he keeps you in place. for now this is enough for him; he's a sucker for a makeout session.
soon enough, though, he can't help it any longer. he lifts you up and marches you to the bedroom and has his way with you in whatever way you please. sometimes it's as tender and soft as the mornings you share, sometimes it's hours spent exploring every part of you in detail, or you wrapping him around your little finger until he practically begs you for more. either way, reiner can't think of a more perfect end to the day.
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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.
©sugawara-levi, do not copy or republish
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keischreiber · 21 days
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God, I love @nihaalart. This is absolutely stunning, gorgeous, and everything in between.
Okay but I really love their expressions. So much. Reiner looks so soft in the first, a little flirty in the other. Kristina looks so soft in the first, looks like she will bite anyone who touches Reiner wrong in the other. xD Literally she has two moods.
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mobolanz · 8 months
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If I asked you
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To name
All the things
That you love
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How long
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Would it take
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For you to say
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Yourself ?
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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years
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reiner loves it when you sing in the shower
sometimes he lingers outside the cracked bathroom door, ear trained dutifully to catch your voice against the stream
he doesn't interrupt you though, because he knows you'd bashfully quiet down if he said anything
so he just listens, pretending to busy himself by refolding clean towels in the linen closet
reiner loves it when you do a giddy little dance as you eat
he brought home those super soft muffins you like from the bakery
you look so happy, propped up on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs and smiling as you munch away
he can't help but trap you between his arms there and kiss your nose
"rei--!" you giggle, and he melts inside
reiner loves when you fall asleep curled up on the couch
he warned you it was too late to start a movie -- he knew you were already on the brink of passing out when you insisted anyway
and there you are, nearly swimming in his t-shirt, hand pressed against your cheek, a little drool peeking out
he does what he always does after admiring your peacefulness for a moment and scoops you up into his arms
he's not sure how you always stay fast asleep, but his heart swells as he holds you and carries you to the bedroom
he tucks you into your side of the bed, brushing hair from your face, and kisses your forehead
reiner is so incredibly soft for you, and he loves it more than he'd admit to anyone else
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s-sugustar · 6 months
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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Reiner Braun !
Nothing as yet
﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Zeke Yeager !
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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Connie Springer !
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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Jean Kirstein !
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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Erwin Smith !
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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Onyankopon !
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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Levi Ackerman !
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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Eren Yeager !
You could never be happy
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beesandflowers · 2 years
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tall, stoic, blond men >>>>>
that’s it, that’s the post.
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beautyisinkonpaper · 20 days
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Fucked Around and Wrote a Reijean Fic
"Jean remembers that feeling of absolution, hanging from the Founding Titan by a thin metal wire, desperately trying to not let go. 'We're Scout Regiment,' he had told Reiner. What he meant, which went unsaid, was something like 'I trust you,' or 'Don't fucking die on me,' or 'I'm sorry.' "
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theragethatisdesire · 3 months
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ok so……..reiner……..
biggest teddy bear man ever but we been KNEW. to get really soft I will speak about…..DAD rei.
bc I know as a dad he is giving it everything. he is pulling the night wake ups. he is learning every burping technique known to man. he is bench pressing his 3 week old baby because he is in DAD MODE. EVERY weekend sports game? he’s there. bbq in the summer? catch him wearing the “suns out buns out” apron flipping them patties every time with a beer in hand. OLDER dad rei??????? PLEASE. gets a lil bit of podge and absolutely starts working the shorts, sports socks and trainers. I JUST LOVE HIM
MARLEY!!!!!!!!!! when did reiner turn into like my dream man this is so adorable. and the apron??? and the bench pressing the baby? i really.....need to take a couple laps after this one bc WHEW i want to be the mother of those kids just so i can watch.
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keischreiber · 4 months
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Remembering What's Important
So, I wanted to start of this blog by sharing commissions that I've ordered during the year of 2023.
And to start it off, here is a lovely little piece by @arteastica. I commissioned this to celebrate Reiner's birthday last year.
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With how Reiner often treated himself during the time he returned from Paradis, it was pretty easy to imagine that he'd be the type to bury himself in work when there's work that needs to be done.
He had a lot of things to prove after the massive failure in terms of retrieving the Founding Titan. So, it's not too far-fetched to think that he'd forget his birthday completely... or he may even ignore that fact on purpose.
That, and he may not see the reason why it should be celebrated, given the things that he had done; given how he eventually began seeing himself.
Despite that, however, there are still people who would like to remind him that he's worth celebrating. One such person is Kristina, who, often does argue with him about matters concerning his worthiness in more aspects than one.
Kristina sees Reiner as a modest man, and with the way that he was at the moment, felt that he'd be uncomfortable with something outlandish, loud, or showy. So, what she does is simply prepare something hearty for him. She also knows that apart from being the Shield of Marley, Reiner had other tasks when he's not designated on the field of battle. He's diligent, so it wouldn't be a stretch to say that he'd finish things that need to be done even if it meant extending.
That being said, the hearty thing that Kristina prepares for him is soup and a few slices of bread. She'd be the type to notice how he doesn't have much appetite, so something easy to take in would be ideal. Enough to give him the nourishment that he needs. She also adds some candy. It's not like he listens to reason when it comes to his responsibility, so rather than upsetting him with an argument about why he should rest up for the day, she provides him with something that'd give him a bit more energy to push through his work.
She'll probably stay to help too, so that he can go home, thinking that his family is waiting for him a little extra because of what the day meant for those who had him in their thoughts.
I don't think Kristina's the type to greet him outright... based on the fact of how Reiner sees himself. But she's going to say it in passing, inserting it in a conversation which'd let him realize that it's his day.
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postwarlevi · 2 years
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Attack on Titan dads, get so overwhelmed by the birth of their firstborn they cry holding them for the first time.
They help with everything at home and tell you what a great job you're doing as well.
After a tiring night where baby just won't sleep, they kiss your cheek and whisper "it's okay, stay in bed, I got it."
You manage about an hour of sleep and upon waking go to the babies room to find dad walking around the room humming soft lullabies with them in their arms.
Standing quietly in the doorway taking in the sight, you hear pieces of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and You Are My Sunshine, among other things.
Seeing you there with a smile on your face, dad smiles back and motions for you to come over. As they keep one arm holding the baby, the other goes around you, whispering a small "morning."
Baby is fast asleep in daddies arms, and you sigh happily, wrapping your arms around your partners waist, thankful for a peaceful morning with your two loves.
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