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Reiner who absolutely crumbles the second you play with his nipples. You’d never thought to do it before, but one night you were on his lap, giving your pretty boy kisses trailing down his neck, and his tits just looked so tempting...Reiner looks down at you in surprise when you grope one of his pecs and take the other nipple into your mouth, licking and sucking at it. He’s so shocked, his mouth drops open and his face goes red and...he likes it? You continue your assault on his chest and he’s letting out the most beautiful sounds, breathy moans and soft whimpers escaping his lips.

the reader must serve cunt regardless of gender or lack of it

Reiner Braun Relationship HC's

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Content: Pre-Marley Reiner x GN!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for S4 part 2 at the end.

Notes: Hi all! I'm currently in finals week, and don't have any motivation to complete requests until finals are over. So accept this short headcanon for a fandom I haven't written for in months. All characters are 18+ here.

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Reiner at first would push you away if he felt you were getting too close. He didn't need to get attached to you, you were just some stupid island devil...

However, as his trauma mounts and his mind becomes more and more shattered and, split, if you will...eventually you make your way in

Truth be told, Reiner has no idea what's happening. One minute he was pushing you away, the next, suddenly you guys are cuddling?

Although you do feel...nice...and warm...and you smell so good...

Reiner is smitten. You have him wrapped around your little finger.

He would do anything for you - dare he say he might ditch Bertholdt for you.

Gives you the biggest kisses, right on the lips in front of everyone. Mostly because he loves you, but another small part of him loves claiming you as his. Ymir already took Christa, he's not going to let you slip away too.

Reiner loves hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek, he also loves being dramatic and kissing your hand while he kneels in front of you

He loves laying his head on your chest at night as you run your fingers through his hair.

He loves how you treat him so nicely and he can see the love in your eyes when you look at him

He loves how he feels so secure in your relationship, in your arms, with you, etc. he wouldn't trade it for the world.

However, what he doesn't love, is how you look up at him with fear, anger and betrayal as Marco is being eaten by a titan thirty feet away from you.

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Reiner Braun Relationship HC's 2

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Content: Post-Marley Reiner Braun x GN! Reader

Warnings: Simpage (from me), mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Marco, Zeke. Also slight suggestiveness at the end, but nothing explicit.

Notes: No S4 spoilers, even though this takes place in Marley. Anime watchers can read this 👍

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Okay so, a lot of this is going to be based off an rp between me and a friend you know who you are but I feel it's close enough to his character in S4, so bare with me

Reiner took you with him to Marley by force so now you're kinda stuck with him

If you can forgive him after the whole Marco/traitor thing, I would then this will be no problem for you

He's super serious in government meetings and anything pertaining to Titans and Paradis, but when with you he's anything but

Sometimes he needs to be held and told he's okay, sometimes he wants to take you out for a walk, sometimes he just needs your presence with him but don't talk to him...it depends

I feel like he would tell you what's going on within the government and what's happened over at Paradis, even though he's not supposed to and you both could be killed for it

He only does that so you're in the loop and are safe. Although, since you'd be from Paradis, I doubt the government wouldn't make good use of you.

Reiner would do anything to make sure they wouldn't send you back over to Paradis, or make you fight again. Obviously this can only extend so far, unless you gain the favor of Zeke. But that's a discussion for another day.

Reiner would still like some PDA, or just being semi clingy in general, as you're one of his only lights of happiness. But he wants the PDA to be restricted to hand holding in front of Gabi and the others.

He's going to lean on you a lot more in Marley than he ever did in Paradis, and it might be a little overwhelming, maybe annoying, but he's a broken man and is just trying to make you happy while also trying to be happy himself.

He can get jealous pretty easily - he's always worried about losing you. So when he sees you with Zeke once you've gained his favor, he's going to start comparing himself and the older man. He's going to lash out at you and Zeke for it, but will really only beg for forgiveness from you. Please show him the wonderful ways of communicating problems.

When you're alone and you grab his tits chest, he might give you a confused look before letting you continue to mess with him. He doesn't understand your fixation with his chest, but if it makes you happy, they're all yours.

Reiner please give me a chance I beg of you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ all over you, all over me…

PAIRING ༉‧₊˚. reiner braun x f!reader

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

CONTENT WARNINGS ༉‧₊˚. nsfw/smut, modern au, established relationship, kitchen sex, titty-grabbing, dry humping, fingering, reiner’s a big fat tease, unprotected sex, creampie, female bodied reader, explicit language, black coded, minors DNI!

WORD COUNT ༉‧₊˚. 2.7k

MONI’S NOTE... i haven’t written for reiner in ages, finally finished 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 traction 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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Okay but reiner would want to put all your weight on his face as he ate you out he’d push down your thighs so there’s no half ass sitting up he’d want you to sit with no worries as he slurped and licked your pussy clean leaving only his wet dripping saliva

I’m mentally loosing my mind and the only thing keeping me sane is Reiner so, Imagine Reiner taking the day off to just pamper you he spends whole day cuddling you making sure you eat and take your meds his whole mission for the day is to make sure you are mentally and physically okay. he wants you to stop thinking for the rest of the day he just wants you to have a day off, all day is about you, if you want wild berries from Australia he’s finding a way to get them no matter what any movie you want to watch he’s okay with it all he cares about is you being mentally okay. And ounce you fall asleep he’s going to pause the movie and cuddle with you stroking ur hair and placing a kiss on your forehead before he starts to snore.

beach day with the boys ༄

includes: eren, armin, jean, reiner, erwin, levi

warnings: gn!reader, shirtless boys, modern au

authors note: it’s been a long time since i’ve wrote something, take this small idea as my apology.

eren yaeger

he’s 5 seconds there and instantly throws his stuff in the sand and starts running straight into the water

like a child having the time of his life

it’s really hard to make him come out of the water but with a little bit of persuasion he gets out

builds sandcastles and shows them off like a proud kid

armin arlert

really fascinated by the water, but more relaxed than eren

always asks you if it’s okay if he goes into the water if you want to lay down first because he makes sure you’re comfortable to be on your own

searches for shellfish’s to expand his collection at home

if he finds a really pretty one he’ll gift it to you :)

jean kirstein

he‘s not that interested in swimming like eren

lays down on his towel, removing everything but his swim trousers to get some tan (he refuses to use sunscreen)

loves to relax and just spend some quality time with you

ends up falling asleep next to you and wakes up with the worst sunburn everrr

reiner braun

he’s kinda like jean and likes the most to just talk with you or maybe play some card games you brought

or he’s listening to you ramble about the book you brought and what just happened and what an amazing plot it has and how much you like the book

reminds you to wear sunscreen and helps you apply it

has one of these cooler bags so you stay hydrated at these warm temperatures

erwin smith

i feel like he really enjoys going to the beach

and he’s always super prepared like reiner with one of these cooler bags and blankets, towels, sunscreen, some snacks.. everything one could ask for

would throw you over his shoulder and walk into the water with you, splashing some water at you so you get used to it

makes it a really fun day, with lot of laughs and smiles

levi ackerman

he’s more calm in comparison to the others

watches you having fun in the water but gives everyone a massive stare if he notices the way they look at you

has a towel ready for when you come out of the water again and starts drying your body before giving you a smaller towel for your hair

can’t stress enough how important sunscreen is and tells you almost every hour to reapply the protection

divider by @saradika

How long it would take for them to propose

Porco wouldn’t take very long. He’d probably propose after about a year of seriously dating. He’s very ambitious and he knows what he wants.

Zeke would take forever. I’m talking 5-10+ years. He doesn’t care for marriage and sees it as “just a piece of paper” 😐 I think the only way he would propose is if his S/O absolutely insists on it, and even then he’d bitch and moan about it.

Reiner would propose in less than a year. Man is a hopeless romantic and falls in love quick and easy.

Levi would take a while too. Probably around 3-5 years of dating, but not for the same reasons as Zeke. Levi has no issues with the idea of marriage—in fact he likes the thought of it—he just wants to be absolutely sure that you’re the one for him before he asks. He doesn’t want any regrets because if y’all are going to get married, then yall are gonna STAY married.

Erwin wouldn’t. I just can’t see that man dedicating his life to someone when he knows his job is too important to him. He wouldn’t be able to give you the time and attention you deserve. (Sorry to the Erwin stans 🫡)

Jean would take a year or two to pop the question. He wants to do it six months in, but he doesn’t wanna scare you off so he waits a normal amount of time.

aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on. 

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

Here to Forever

description: date nights with the AoT men (plus historia lol) <3

pairing: Eren, Levi, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Erwin, Jean, Zeke, Historia, all x (fem!) reader

like A LITTLE nsfw/smutty

Eren

Eren and you almost always went to the movie theaters--your man loves a good trip to the movies. Sometimes you would suggest a meal before, but he was always reluctant, complaining that then he'd be too full to eat the movie snacks. You always rolled your eyes with a large smile on your face, usually caving.

Movie choice alternated each time, you often opting for comedies and animations while Eren advocated for actions and sci-fi's. He liked to sit in the back, able to view the entire screen, usually directly under the speaker so no one could hear your hushed whispers and hearty breaths.

Although you enjoyed a good movie now and then, Eren's eyes were fixed to the screen, absorbed in the film that he wouldn't even notice when you asked for the candy.

So you always enjoyed the bad movies the most, because Eren's attention was on you; and the fact that you had to be very, very quiet while his hands groped your breasts, while they traveled to your bottoms, turned you both on. Sometimes he'd pull you onto his lap, his fingers intimately gracing the sensitive spot between your legs as he nibbled at your earlobe, sucked on your neck. You kept going back, because you've only been asked to leave once.

Levi (age gap)

Levi didn't talk a whole ton, but he liked listening to you. He fervently believed you were smarter than him, always spouting interesting ideas and bringing up counterpoints. And you were so damn kind to everyone, always considerate, and he genuinely did not give a damn about anyone.

Except you. He cared an awful lot about you. Having repeatedly been kicked down by life (he didn't really talk about that), born into a shitty lot in life, had the rug pulled out from under him and lost everything, he built wall after wall and thought he'd lost access to his emotions. Then he found you. And somehow your naivety and wide-eyed view reinvigorated something deep inside.

Although relatively stoic and unemotional in public and rarely voiced his positive opinions with friends, Levi was, in some sense, rather vulnerable when alone with you. He was quite open about his infatuation with you in private; his eyes frequently roaming your body, his mouth pressing hundreds of kisses to your skin.

Then there was the vulnerability that manifested in unique ways. The immense desire to have you, the fiery need to have you on your knees, taking him, all of him, feeling him so deeply it'll last for hours, craving him so deeply to last for days. After he was satisfied with the number of times you'd called his name, begged for more, he'd take the best care of you, wrapping you in his softest sweatpants and giving you the warmest kisses and making you both the most delicious food.

So while most couple's dates consisted of the date then sex, yours was reversed, always working up an appetite.

Reiner

Reiner's dates, a generous term, were always spontaneous activities: playing soccer at midnight, hiking some oh it's only a few miles trails, biking or rollerblading around the city. Even though the physical activity was exhausting and sometimes even daunting, Reiner's presence made it infinitely better.

He'd carry everything, never letting you carry any bags (not that you'd complain). He'd offer various snacks and water, offer to frequently slow the pace or stop and admire the surroundings. Uh, why are you looking at me like that? you'd ask, an eyebrow raised. Hm? I told you. I'm admiring my surroundings, he'd answer, the sunlight reflecting off his brilliant smile.

Hiking was the most frequent activity during nice weather, which, you couldn't deny, definitely had its perks. During higher altitude breaks with clearings in the trees, or at the peak of the climb, when the view was the most clear and pristine and the sunlight was basking on you.

The view was always worth it, and you'd preen as Reiner's lips would connect with yours, smile widely as he gripped your thighs and picked you up, carrying you until your back was against a rock edge or a tree. His large hands groped your cheeks as he kissed sloppily down the middle of your neck towards your chest, already breathing heavy. You smiled as the tingling sensation and a warm heat spread throughout your body, the gorgeous landscape disappearing as your eyes blinked shut with pleasure.

Armin

Armin liked to have you all to himself, often taking you on dates to secluded places or sitting in the corner of restaurants. He was the most gentlemanly and domestic, packing extra jackets and carrying sneakers on the nights you wore heels.

His favorite site was under the large oak tree in the meadows, near where the rabbit's den was. He would set up a picnic blanket in the shade, removing fake glasses for champagne and perfectly portioned meals.

Armin loved telling you how beautiful you looked in the setting sun, the golden light highlighting your features just right. He composed lyrical hymns on the spot, accidentally stringing into teary-eyed poems and soft-spoken sonnets.

The sunset is so beautiful, you would say. Not as beautiful as you, he would reply. You'd roll your eyes because, well, cheesy, before he'd continue: Words elude me as they know they're not worthy of you; Dictionaries are developed to describe you; I could list ten thousand things and none would be as beautiful as you.

And you'd kiss him as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, as the stars shined second to you, illuminating your face as you moaned in ecstasy, intensifying Armin's blue eyes and blond hair as he stared at you from between your legs, his tongue writing love letters in cursive.

Porco

You were the first person Galliard had ever been on a date with, which honestly surprised you. His tough exterior, confident demeanor, honest humor, and cynical smile was so charming you had a hard time believing him when he coyly told you that you were his first, the pink blush on his cheeks just so cute.

During the warm evenings you'd walk along the beach together, enjoying the expansive view of the stars and the soft sounds of the waves landing against the sandy shoreline, watching the tide change.

The sway of you in his huge arms always synced to the sway of the tide, a gentle rocking that soothed your body and mind. You'd close your eyes as his lips would travel along the back of your neck and upper spine. Your hands would travel to his hair and you'd push your hips back into his. Eventually he'd grab your hips and forcefully spin you around, kissing you and dragging you to the soft sand.

He always returned you home after, moist swollen lips and pleasantly tingling bodies, sharing knowing looks and giggles at the dry-humping and grinding that transpired; the sand you find at home for days after becoming an intimate inside joke between you.

Erwin (age gap)

Erwin was the first older man you've been with, and you weren't sure how you had ever survived before. Experienced, mature, muscular, capable, successful, stable.

You were his priority. Were you happy with your wardrobe? He'll buy you a new one. No one to go to the store with? He'll take you shopping wherever you'd like. Did you like the furniture in your apartment? He'll buy you a new set. Did paying bills stress you out? He'll pay it for you. What else would I want to spend my money on if not you? he'd tell you when you'd protest, capturing you within his large arms, pressing you into his strong chest.

Date nights were events, where you both dressed in your nicest garments and ate at a nice restaurant. Erwin would open and close the car door for you, push and pull the chair out for you, pour the bottle of wine for you, order for you, telling you he knew what you liked (he always did).

During the dinner the clouds in his blue eyes whisked into lustful storms. He'd pay the check and hurry you out of the restaurant with his hand glued to your lower back, complaining in your ear about how the food never tasted as good as you did, how he'd wished you'd stayed in and he'd had you instead. He'd rush you into the car, practically running to the other side of the car and racing home.

Jean

Jean prepared you dinner for your first date, buying the ingredients fresh that morning and preparing it from scratch, still cooking (about an hour from being done) when you arrived at his apartment. He'd begged his roommate to leave for the night, and he'd already prepared the table for a romantic evening (about 5 hours before the date started).

He greeted you with a peck on the cheek, a move that you watched him internally question for a split-second, one that he then tried to move on from by awkwardly shuffling you to the counter. You'd smile, a light blush forming from the proximity and the heat of the room.

He liked preparing you dinners for dates, frequently remaking the meal you'd had that first night, kissing you on the cheek every time in homage to that first night. Jean would shower you with compliments, making up for the moments where the sarcastic comments would slip through.

After a few dates you started arriving earlier to cook with him, chopping and dicing vegetables while he seasoned and operated the stove. He'd trap you between his arms against the counter, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks and lips and pulling you close, your hands traveling to the growing bulge in his jeans, only moving away when you both started to smell something burning.

Zeke

You had first met Zeke on the lawn at a concert. He was shirtless, sitting on a flannel fabric (probably his shirt), waving both hands in the cool autumn air, a lit lighter in one hand, swaying to the beat of the music, smoking something between his lips.

He put it out as soon as he noticed you standing nearby, scrambling to stand up and started to talk to you between opening acts, somehow managing to intrigue you enough for a date outside the concert venue (totally didn't have anything to do with his six-pack abs).

Although keeping a cool, calm, and collected demeanor, Zeke was always nervous on your dates, constantly wondering if you were enjoying yourself, if the conversation was stimulating enough or if the activities were entertaining enough. He never said anything, but you could read it in the unsteady glances and nervous nail biting.

When you wrapped your arms around his neck, you'd step on your tip-toes and press a soft kiss to his lips, swooping in to ease his anxieties. I had a great time with you, you'd whisper against his lips, thanks for a great night.

He'd tighten his grip around your waist, pull you in as close as you could get, until the only space left between you was the air in your lungs and he was going to squeeze that out too. His attitude would shift as the blood started pumping to his legs, smacking your ass and biting your bottom lip. Let me make it so much better.

Historia

When Historia had first confessed her feelings for you at the coffee shop, you were slightly surprised. The hand-holding and faux-flirting was something she did with everyone. You never realized it was special with you, that it was real with you.

She liked to spoil you, and though she always needed to convince you, you always gave in, letting her buy just that one thing for you or take you to that place you really wanted to go.

Museums were where you both frequently visited, the quiet ambiance perfect for you two. You both talked so much outside of date nights that you had nothing to say during them, and observing art was a hobby you both shared (one that you imprinted on her (she likes it because you do)).

You found out later that Historia considered that time at the coffee shop your first date. But you considered it that first night at the museum, when your hands grazed in front of the Mona Lisa, when you both felt pulled together for the first time, when you both leaned in and kissed for the first time, feeling like no eyes were on you.

Despite that Historia was very affectionate, that first time being an exemption, she never kissed you in public or on camera. That was shared between you two behind closed doors, and you two alone.

Would the Scouts/Cadets love you as a worm?

Levi

What? What are you talking about? That's a stupid question. I mean, Y/n, a worm!? He would be super confused as to why you asked him that. He's not sure of his answer. I mean, he used to live in the underground and as a worm you would do the same thing. So he would respect you as a worm for that, but apart from that, no he would not love you as this disgusting, slimy little creature.

Erwin

Yes, he would love you as a worm. He does find the question a bit strange but he will love you no matter what shape or form. Gets scared that he might step on you or not give you a good plant to live with but you reassure him immediately that you are not going to be a worm. Very relieved after you tell him, he can't handle more stress.

Hange

OMG YES SHE WOULD LOVE YOU AS A WORM! Immediately starts making little worm jumpers for you to sleep in. Knowing Hange, she would probably end up turning you into one in one of her experiments. She's preparing now just in case it happens. You tell her it probably won't but she's already got a collection of little rocks for you to explore in and a selection of plants for you to rest and live in.

Eren

Y/n, why would you ask this? He finds worms gross, they are all slimy and wiggly and just overall disgusting. Says he would try and love you as a worm but he just can't! He would love to carry you in his pocket though so you can stay with him fighting titans.

Mikasa

Yes, yes she would love you. You're her precious darling and she can't risk you getting hurt! So as a worm, she is going to be extra protective. Realises that this won't happen but tells you she would protect you at all costs, she even promised to sew a little pocket into her scarf so you are always with her and she can save you when you need it.

Armin

Absolutely! Gets terrified at the thought of stepping on you or harming you in any way! Being the smart boy he is, he gets a plan together just in case this incident ever happens. When he goes to the market, he buys small bits of cotton wool to make small pillows for you. Starts telling you that you would be an adorable worm.

Jean

Ew disgusting! He wants you so stay just the way you are. Don't even think about becoming a worm! Who is he going to vent to about his fights with Eren!? Immediately told you no. He would care for you but not in the same way. He's a bit creeped out by the question but you reassure him it's alright and that you wouldn't love him as a worm either. Now he's offended.

Connie

Just laughs. Begins to take the mickey out of you for asking such a thing. Admits he would through amused tears and later gives you a small plant as a present. He asks you if you would love him as a worm to, of course you say yes! You have just successfully made his day.

Sasha

If it's possible, she'll love you even more! Very confused about the question at first but gets happy at the thought of you being her precious little worm. With a lot of experience in the wilderness, she's going to make sure she only has the best for you! Plenty of water, fertile soil, pillows, luscious plants and lots of food. Peppers you in kisses when you tell her you would do the same for her.

Marco

He would adore you as a worm! Says that he would always carry you in his hands to keep you from harm and to have you close to him. Would tell Jean about you and stroke along your little worm body to get you to sleep. Promises to take care of you and make you comfy!

Historia

That's so silly of you to ask Y/n! Of course she would love you! Says that she would show you to everyone and make a little garden for you. Promises that if this ever happens, she would get Hange to turn her into a worm so she can be with you in the same way.

Ymir

That's fucking disgusting. Says she would squish you just to see your reaction. Starts to get a bit mean at you for asking that but in a playful way. Not only does she laugh and mock you, but she would tell everyone just to make you embarrassed! Don't worry though, she will pay you back with plenty of kisses.

Reiner

Emotionally he wouldn't be able to handle it. Why would you ask that!? One of the things he loves the most about you are your hugs, how can he give you a hug if you're a worm!? He would crush you. If you were a worm though, he would still be very attached to you. Bless him, he's about to cry just thinking about it!

Bertholdt

Has no idea what to say. One of the most confused about your question but decides to be polite and say yes. He would love you anyway but worms gross him out a lot! Poor boy doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying no so he will just tell you he would love you just as much.

Annie

Just stares and walks away. When you see her later you ask her again but she just doesn't say anything. It's not because she wouldn't love you as a worm, it's just that she has no idea what to say to you! Definitely thinks her answer through carefully because she doesn't want to make you sad. Her ultimate answer is just a shrug, don't be to surprised though. Gives you a head pat and just leaves again.

A/N~My first post! Hope you all enjoyed it! ❤

eren finding out he’s been beating his dick to his best friend of ten years

part two

black coded reader <3

warnings; self explanatory, not proof read

this happened on a random friday night. eren had gotten home from one of the worst shifts he’s ever endured and needed to relieve some stress. for the past few months eren found himself frequently visiting one particular nsfw twitter account.

he found it a few months ago, same scenario, needed to relieve some stress yada yada.

after scrolling endlessly for the perfect video to get off to, his thumb comes to a complete stop once he sees you riding your pink dildo like your life depended on it. his volume was on max and the sounds that escaped your lips hit him like a freight train.

your ass faced him as you let out a string of obscenities. “f-fuck.” “ngh, shit!”

he found himself instantly tightening his grip on his cock and stroking himself to the rhythm of your hips working against your hot pink toy, covered in your orgasm.

your face was nowhere in sight but eren didn’t really give a fuck about what you looked like. he needed a quick fix and you were giving it to him.

before he knows it, he finds himself getting off to your videos almost every day.. abandoning pornhub completely and not checking for other nsfw accounts he was familiar with.

he doesn’t think about it in moment but one day your phone is perched in a way where he can see a little more than what you normally show. he sees the full canvas of your back but what really catches his eyes is the small birthmark on your shoulder. his eyes linger on it for a split second before putting all his focus back to getting his nut off.

…

“it’s hot as fucking balls, we should’ve came at like nighttime or some shit.” connie complains, fanning himself while being consumed by the scorching sun that peered down at the beach.

“relax it’s not supposed to be like this all day, con,” you reassure him, shrugging off your clothes in the process. you were for sure gonna get tan lines. “historia can you get my back with the sun screen please?”

eren was busying himself with helping reiner set up the beach tent but spared a quick glance at you while reiner was trying to fix the side he was holding. his brows knit together when he catches a glimpse of your birthmark. in the moment he doesn’t know why it throws him off. you’ve known each other for so long that it wasn’t his first time seeing it but something about it in that particular moments left him puzzled.

…

it’s another night, eren is once again in his lonesome with nothing better to cope with than fucking himself.

of course, he goes to your account and sees that you posted something two hours ago. he licks his lips in anticipation as he clicks on the video.

at this point he’s a minute in and already close to cumming. eren found himself cumming faster to you than he normally did with other partners he’s been with and he isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (he chalks it up to him being involuntarily celibate for months)

but during the 60 second mark he glances behind you and catches a glimpse of something just mere centimeters away from you. the checkered logo that eren saw literally almost everyday for the last two years.

it’s the hoodie of the autobody shop he worked at. he stops pumping his dick, panting heavily, on the brink of a beyond satisfactory orgasm. his eyes are nearly bulging out his head when you take the hoodie up to your nose and a soft moan flowing out your plush lips as you take a sniff of the fabric.

you stop riding your dildo, laying hoodie on a pillow, mounting said pillow and eren can’t even bring himself to fathom what happens next.

you begin grinding your wet cunt against the hoodie he’d lent to only one person.

in that moment eren just realized he’d been pleasuring himself for several months to his best friend that he’d known since forever and the worst part is? he nutted all over his phone without even finishing pumping his dick.

part dos of ‘don’t accidentally beat your dick to your best friend’

part one

black coded reader <3

warnings; smut

an: you asked, i delivered 🧞‍♀️

eren is a mess. a complete utter mess.

after realizing he’s been jerking it to you for the past few months, he becomes a nervous wreck around. oh it was bad.

his first encounter with you after the realization, literally happens the day after.

you were running late for work and your car was currently in the shop so you sent a rather urgent text to him with multiple crying emojis, asking him to take you to work.

without even seeing the message, he begins to panic just seeing your name pop up.

did you somehow use your woman tuition and found out he was fucking himself to you? it plagued eren’s mind for a few seconds, his hands clammy as he grasps his phone.

he lets out a sigh of relief once he reads the message and instantly responds.

‘yeah ofc, see u in a bit’

‘thx ren, you’re the best!’

oh eren feels like shit.

he felt like a pervert. like he wasn’t supposed to see you in your nakedness, pleasuring yourself for thousands to see.

“.. ren, are you okay? you’re awfully quiet today.. i’m sorry if you were busy-”

he immediately shakes his head “no! i wasn’t doing anything. i don’t mind at all.. just a bit distracted is all.” he clears his throat, eyes fixated on the road. not sparing you a single glance.

you stare at the side of his face, picking him apart in your brain. all these years the two of you had the pleasure of knowing each other, you knew eren’s mannerisms, his nervous ticks and more.

something was definitely up.

…

“god not this again. connie could you maybe not be so open about the porn you indulge in.” reiner is fed up with the porn talk, just trying to enjoy this sunday afternoon with his friends.

“okay but bro i’m telling you, this girl is fire. i’d def buy her only fans if she had one.”

eren isn’t too interested in the conversation. his head’s in the clouds. lately he’s been fantasizing about you. a lot actually.

breaking you in half. fucking your brains out in every setting possible. this was new to say the least. before, eren hadn’t had such thoughts about you.

i mean yeah he did sometimes think about what it’d be like if the two of you were together. would the two of you be good partners as you are friends? but he never thought about you in such obscene ways.

it is this next part that has eren almost falling out of his chair.

“[your user]. never heard of her?”

both jean and reiner shake their heads.

eren on the other hand feels his skin run cold, eyes bulging out his head at the username. it was your username.

connie is now pulling out his phone and eren quickly catches on that he is about to pull up your page. with frantic eyes and haste, eren waits for connie to unlock his phone and in the split second that connie rotated his screen towards the three men, eren yanks it from his grasp and dramatically let’s connie’s phone fall face down on the concrete.

“yo what the fuck man?!” connie yells, mouth ajar as he looks between eren and his phone that is definitely not working when he picks it up.

“i-i um. i’m sorry.. it slipped..”

both reiner and jean silently blink, throwing glances at each other.

“oh it fucking slipped? my five year old nephew could put on a better fucking performance.”

“i’m really sorry man. i get paid tomorrow, i’ll pay for it. i swear.”

…

“i really needed this, thanks for hanging out with me ren. karina has been more bitchy than usual.” it was no secret you hated your boss. you often ranted about her to eren, so much so that he hated her as well and doesn’t even know what she looks like.

“of course. you want some more popcorn? bowl’s almost empty.”

you nod and eren gets up from his spot on his bed and retreats to the kitchen to refill the bowl.

you shift your eyes to the tv, ‘bad boys’ currently at it’s thirty minute mark.

you feel a buzz under your butt.

with furrowed brows you shift and pull out eren’s phone that you had no idea you were sitting on.

his phone screen comes to life, him and armin in the background of the notifications that fill the screen.

there were a few from twitter and growing curious as to what eren’s twitter feed looked liked, you unlocked his phone and hit refresh.

your jaw unhinges when you pop up on his screen. fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

you’re in shock like you literally didn’t film this a few hours ago and hit post. you just weren’t expecting to see yourself on your best friend’s timeline.

you stare at yourself, at first unsure how to react to this knowledge but then the thought of eren touching himself to you skates across your mind and suddenly you’re clenching your thighs, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

the thought arouses you.

eren comes back with the bowl filled to the brim and his smile is wiped off his face once he sees his phone in your hands.

“eren,” you start. your voice is low but sweet. “is there something you want to tell me?”

he sucks in a breath, pupils shaking as you lay the phone on the bed. he sees what you were looking at clear as day.

“y/n.. i-i can explain.”

your plump lips turn upwards into a grin. mischief writes all over them.

“come here.”

it’s a command that has him hesitantly obeying.

he sits down on the bed, farther than where he originally was.

you sigh and close the proximity by climbing into lap, the popcorn bowl being discarded to the side.

eren feels hell fire creeping up his neck. his mouth his dry and he can suddenly hear the thrumming of his blood.

“how many times have you fucked yourself to me. hm?”

his lips tremble. “a few times..” it almost comes out as a mumble.

your smirk widens at his blatant lie.

“oh eren, you and i both know that’s not true.”

you push him until his back is flat on the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips. you splay your hands on his chest and fully plant your clothes pussy on his crotch.

he could literally just cum right then and there.

“you know what i hate more than liars?”

once eren realizes you actually want him to respond he shakes his head.

you lean forward until your lips are grazing against his ear. your tits mushed against his chest.

“i hate disobedient boys,” you lean back up and eren looks dazed. aware but dazed. “are you a disobedient boy eren?”

…

needless to say, he’s not. he listens to your every command which is why he was currently whimpering, hands pressed against his chest, trying his very best not to touch you.

your mouth works wonders on his cock, it weeps in all it’s 8inch glory, precum finding it’s way onto your tongue.

you pull him out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’, eyeing eren as you pump his aching length. “you close?”

tears form in eren’s eyes. everything feels fuzzy. his brain is scattered but he still manages to give a slight nod. he looked so fucked out and god what a sight it was.

“you gonna cum for me pretty boy?”

the nickname makes eren whine.

“eren, answer me or you don’t get to cum.” you grit, your free hand taking hold on his throat, clenching your dainty yet powerful fingers around it.

“y-yes! yes. m’gonna c-cum.” he chokes out. his pupils becoming dilated as you speed up your hand around his cock.

you smile at this. “i want you to come in my mouth ‘kay? and you can touch me now.” your mouth is instantly on his cock after finishing your sentence.

eren props himself up on his elbows, the iron grip you still have on his neck combined with you sucking the everlasting life out of him has eren cumming in no time with a cracked moan.

“fuh-fuckkk.” tears are streaming down his face now, jaw unhinged as you lap up the messy head on his cock.

“got anymore for me?” you don’t expect him to answer, instead you squeeze on his balls and one last spurt of cum falls onto your shiny lips.

this has eren falling back flat on his back, panting heavily like he’d just finished running a marathon.

you lick at your lips and hum at the taste of him. salty, as expected but not overbearing.

“you did so good for me ren.” you smile, crawling up beside him. resting a hand on his naked chest.

eren lazily turns his head towards you, his cheeks tear stained. he looks utterly broken and it ignites something within you.

“this stays between us ‘kay?” he nods slowly at that, too tired to speak.

what in the world did he just get himself into?

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Reiner-coded.

im sexualizing blacksmiths. men strong enough to craft swords but delicate enjoy to make you jewelry from the scraps

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 | 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝑩.

- ̗̀໒ ⋮ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ :: ɴꜰʟ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ!ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ ʙ. x ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄɪꜱᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 

- ̗̀໒ ⋮ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ :: ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ ʙʀᴀᴜɴ, ᴛᴡᴏ-ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ʙᴏᴡʟ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇʙʀᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄɪꜱᴛ.

- ̗̀໒ ⋮ {ᴛᴡ} ::ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, 18+, ɴꜰʟ!ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄɪꜱᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ-ᴄᴏᴅᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ, ᴄᴜᴍ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ, ᴅᴏɢɢʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ[ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ], ᴏʀᴀʟ{ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ},ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ,ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʙʀᴀᴛ ᴛᴀᴍᴇʀ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ; ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ, ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ, ᴡᴄ :: 7.0ᴋ

ᴀ/ɴ :: ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴀꜰᴛꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ. ᴘ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍ

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songs for the men of aot

and how they feel about you

jean / reiner / eren / levi

Jean

die for you / the weeknd

jean would literally die for you

“Even though we're going through it

And it makes you feel alone

Just know that I would die for you”

no matter what’s going on in jean’s life, he knows he could never walk away from you. he would do absolutely anything for you.

Reiner

pluto projector / rex orange county

reiner still has a hard time trying to figure himself out, but he wants to figure it all out with you

“I'm still a boy inside my thoughts

Am I meant to understand my faults?

I don't think so

I don't think I'm meant to understand

Myself

Maybe you do”

reiner trusts you. he feels like he can be the truest version of himself around you.

Eren

easy on me / adele

eren feels like he hold the weight of the world on his shoulders

“Go easy on me, baby

I was still a child

Didn't get the chance to

Feel the world around me

I had no time to choose

What I chose to do

So go easy on me”

eren can let his guard down around you, he feels safe enough to be vulnerable around you because he knows you will handle his heart with care.

Levi

i bet on losing dogs / mitski

levi always felt like he was betting on losing dogs in life, he thought that anyone who would come into his life would inevitably leave him.

“My baby, my baby

You're my baby, say it to me

Baby, my baby

Tell your baby that I'm your baby”

you still have to assure levi that you will never leave him. levi is so scared to lose you, that’s why it was so hard for him to let you in.

you knew that levi put on a cold hard persona to keep people out so that it wouldn’t be painful when someone would leave his life, but you broke through that and he is so grateful that you did.

reiner with asian s/o hcs

disclaimer : none would delete this soon tho im scared

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

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

- end up eating it with u tho 

- would watch korean drama with u 

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

- he probably doesn’t like sushi

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

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

- HE LOVES DUMPLINGS pls feed him much dumplings🥺

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

- he hates spicy food

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

RAN OUT OF IDEAS BYE MY HEADS BUR

reiner as cats parent

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

cw : none. enjoy!

anyway sorry for the gramatically error m not a native😬

- probably would have 2 cats  

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

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

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

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

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

- would show u the picts tho

- play jazz musics for his cats

- probably would make them a playlist tho...

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

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

- feed the cats with pricey foodies 

- celebrate his cats bday with you

- ALSO WOULD BUY BUNCH OF SALMON FOR THEM

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

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

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

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

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

- annoy his cats when they’re sleeping 

- loves to belly rub his cats🥰🥺

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

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

- poor man, he must be sad

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

- probably would make it an album on his phone gallery

- also has an instagram highlight of u and his cats 

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

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

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

- gets upset when the cats closer to u

- but lowkey feels happy tho he thinks its cute

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