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for the smut prompt list, 9 and 21 with jean pretty please 👀

Hi my love I hope you’re doing well too 💞

Smut prompt list

Content warnings: masturbation, pet names

“Don’t give me that look,” Jean breathed lowly, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.

You were pouting, still mad at him for embarrassing you at your friends’ dinner earlier that night, your own arms crossed over your ribs as you slouched against the headboard. “You told everyone about our sex life.”

“I only commented about how loud you are,” he chuckled softly, tilting his head a bit. “Everyone was talking about their sex life tonight.”

“Yeah, but they don’t have to know I have no volume control.” You looked away from him, a small blush on your cheeks.

He mulled over your words for a moment before clicking his tongue and asking, “What can I do to make it up to you, my love?”

You didn’t answer him, only deepened your pout as you furrowed your brows and huffed quietly.

“Babe?” He asked in a chirp, watching you intently. “Can I… make it up to you?”

You understood the inflection in his voice; he was offering to stuff you with his cock, to fuck you into forgetting his blunder. You know he wanted make you forget that you were embarrassed for being loud by making you scream, and you thought that maybe you should teach him a lesson. So, you decided that he just simply wasn’t going to get any.

You heard him click his tongue, then the sound of his belt being undone before he said, “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then.”

Glancing at him quickly, you watched as he pushed his pants and briefs down around his thighs—his thick, gorgeous, succulent, strong thighs—and his apparently fully erected cock sprung out right into his palm.

Your breath hitched and face flushed with a heavy pink, but you made up your mind not to entertain your boyfriend and glanced away, sticking your nose in the air as if you didn’t care… though, perhaps you did.

Jean groaned as he wrapped his long fingers around himself, and he leaned his head down to let a glob of spit fall onto his shaft as he began to pump it slowly.

“You don’t even wanna watch, baby?” He cooed, leaning his head to the side as his other hand rested on his hip, which slowly began to rock forward into his fist. “You don’t wanna watch me touch myself? You usually like that.”

You only replied with a harsh, “Hmph,” desperately trying not peel your eyes away from the dresser against the wall to watch Jean’s swollen cockhead pop in and out of the space between his forefinger and thumb; you didn’t want to see the beautiful pearl of precum that was oozing from his slit, and you weren’t trying to pay attention to the way his breathing was starting to grow heavier.

When he moaned your name, you swallowed heavily and glanced his way, grateful to see that his eyes had fluttered shut and he was rolling his hips forward into his hand, his thick cock twitching from the way he was touching himself.

His lips parted as he spoke quietly, “Wish this was you, baby,” he groaned around, “wish this was your tight hole around me.”

Your hand pressed into your chest as you watched him, your full attention now on Jean, and your heart race picked up as you watched his free hand slide from his hip to his balls, carefully squeezing and massaging them as he masturbated.

“Fuck, baby, can you say my name?” He asked, opening his eyes and smiling blissfully as he saw you watching him. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

“J-Jean,” you whispered, glancing up to his eyes briefly before gazing back to his cock again.

“Moan it for me,” he sighed, staring you down.

And so you did, letting out a slow, low, “Jean,” then gasping as you watched him throw his head back.

Your boyfriend came at this, shooting hot ropes of sticky white onto the bed. The sound of your sweet voice—no matter if he was touching you, you were touching him, or he was touching himself—was always the thing to get him off.

He panted, slowing the ministrations on his cock as he leaned his face to look at you again, cheeks ablaze with pink and one eye squinted as his head was fuzzy from his orgasm.

“Still don’t want me to make it up to?” He asked, a cocky smile taking over your lips as he watched you reach down between your own legs, now extremely turned on from the sight before you.

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hi!! for the smut prompts, how abt “i’ve never wanted to fuck you more than i do now” for reiner? tysm 💛

Hello hello 👀

Coming right up!

Sorry for the long delay in getting this out, I hope you enjoy it 😭

Smut prompt list

Content warnings: pet names, fingering, vaginal sex

Reiner gazed at you, his heart full of love, and his cock full of throbbing lust. You were in his old college tee shirt from his environmental awareness club, and nothing else. It was laundry day, so what else were you to wear?

Watching you carry a heavy basket full of dirty clothes got his mind spinning—seeing the domesticity in you, seeing your tits bounce under his old school logo and the hem of the shirt sway around your perfect ass, and seeing the sheen of sweat on your forehead from constantly going back and forth between the laundry room and bedroom had him itching for you.

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please, PLEASE write the "two at once" prompt with Reiner and Jean 😩🙏

Well hello there uwu

I’d be happy to deliver

Smut prompt list

Content warnings: dp, anal, creampie, pet names, mentions of fingering, brief handjob

Reiner smirked at you from across the table, pinching his nose gently as he awaited your answer.

You were still stunned, staring at him with large eyes and parted lips. “C-can you ask that again?” You questioned softly, glancing from his golden eyes to amber ones of his friend beside him, who was stroking his large fingers along the small line of hair over his jaw.

“How do you feel about two at once?” The blond asked again. “Me and Jean—at a pace that’s comfortable for you, of course, baby.”

You’d never explored the idea of a third with Reiner. You knew of his bisexuality and accepted your boyfriend just as he was, but you never knew of his interest in having you with another man at the same time.

“Um… Jean’s okay with it?” You glanced to his friend again, who nodded with a smile.

“Yeah,” the brunet chirped. “I know this isn’t going to be anything romantic—purely sexual, I could never do anything to come between you guys.”

You took a deep breath and turned to Reiner again. His serious demeanor didn’t falter, and you knew he wanted this, not just for himself, but for you as well. Your pleasure was always important to him, and if he trusted that Jean would be a good addition to bed, you nodded your approval and whispered, “Yes, okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Characters waking up together prompts

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i wanted to ask if you can write a one shot with reiner x f! reader. Basically reiner loves historia but reader loves reiner. reiner doesn’t love reader and hurts her feelings. thank you so much <3

Oh so we going for angst are we 👀 Well let’s see what we can cook up 😏

ALSO PLS I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ANYWAY

Content warnings: angst, unrequited love

WC: 884

“I’m sorry.”

His apology was sincere, you knew that, but it didn’t hurt any less to hear.

Reiner’s golden eyes were laden with sadness as he gazed down at you, his hands in his pockets. “I really am.”

You smiled somberly at him, your lace gloved hand brushing a curl from your cheek. “Yes, I understand,” your voice was low enough that he didn’t hear it crack as you turned from him, your heels clacking along the gravel road away from his home.

He called your name, making you turn your head over your shoulder.

“You’ll find someone who loves you. I promise, I’m not the only man in the world.”

You gazed at him as a breeze came by, blowing his coat around his hips, his hair across his forehead. “You’re not the only man in the world, Reiner,” you began, clasping your hands together in front of you. “But you’re the only man for me.”

You turned from him again and left him in silence, lifting your dress a bit as you carefully strolled down the path back to your home at the bottom of the hill where Reiner and his family lived.

During the walk back, tears rolled down your cheeks, but you kept your composure—one mustn’t cry over the unrequited love of a man, but could you help it? He was around you your whole life; there for your final baby tooth to fall out, your first time learning to ride a bike (much to the objection of both your fathers and other men in the town), there for your first heartbreak as a teen.

Reiner was the man of your dreams, but the woman of his dreams was farther from you… Historia Reiss, the daughter of a prestigious family, was the apple of his eye.

Upon arriving home, your mother brought you inside for tea and a nice, long chat, calming you down for the evening before taking yourself to bed.

Days went by in your usual routine of helping around the house and running errands for your mother, when you came home to find a letter awaiting you.

You could tell by its placement next to a small vase of flowers that your mother meant for it to be presented to you, rather than just being handed to you.

The handwriting immediately caught your attention, and you snatched it from the table, your heart racing at the sight of the return address showing Reiner’s name.

Swallowing thickly, you dropped your bag of items from the market and flipped the envelope over, staring at the wax stamp of his family’s crest holding a lace ribbon over the seal. Carefully, you pulled it open, tucking the beautiful ribbon into your apron pocket, and unfolded the letter—only for your heart to sink and stomach to churn.

You are cordially invited to the marital union of

Mr. Reiner Braun

Miss Historia Reiss

On the third Saturday of May the 21st

3:00pm in the Reiss Family Courtyard

As your chest tightened and tears swelled, you crumpled the letter and dumped it back on the table, scooping up your purchases from earlier in the day and stomping to the other side of the kitchen to put away the dry goods in the pantry.

The months went by and you avoided your old friend as much as possible. When your mothers would gather for tea, you were conveniently ill or needing to run into town for last minute errands, and you’d quickly make yourself sparse just before Karina Braun made it to your home.

In town, it was hard to keep away from the bustling excitement of the upcoming wedding. Shops were prepping decorations or discussing meals to be catered, the local tailor displaying different styles of wedding dresses, hoping that the hype of the wedding would encourage sales for the season of love.

It all disgusted you. You wanted nothing more than for it all to go away… which would only happen once the wedding was over with.

And reluctantly, you RSVP’d, returning the letter to Reiner’s mailbox in the dead of night, so that the man you loved would not catch you in your teary moment of finally accepting the fact that he would not be yours.

On the day of the wedding, you sat in the back, wearing your finest dress and wide brimmed hat with a veil that covered most of your face; this was the only way you could leave the house, having the comfort of knowing others could not see you crying.

The ceremony was beautiful. There were blooming flowers everywhere, birds singing in nearby trees, and a small orchestra in the distance playing gorgeous music. Even you couldn’t deny that the service was lovely, and that Historia looked like royalty in her white lace dress and trained veil that barely touched the ground.

You watched with a breaking heart as the two blonds gazed at each other, smiling hand-in-hand as the minister recited their vows for them to repeat.

As Reiner lifted Historia’s veil and leaned down to kiss her, officially solidifying their marriage, you let heavy tears roll down your cheeks while your gloved hands clapped softly, lips quivering at the eternal loss of the man you admired and loved with the entirety of your heart.

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how about “ so you kissed him, and then you... “ “ ran away“ with Reiner x reader?

Can do-skies my friend! 😘

What Are You, an Idiot?

Your best friend Pieck sat with you on the floor against the couch at her boyfriend Jean’s birthday party. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, her black curls falling around her cheeks out of the low ponytail she was sporting, and she clicked her tongue in thought before softly starting, “So… let me understand this—”

“Pieck, please,” you said quietly, knees at your chest and cheeks squished between your palms, face red with embarrassment. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“No, no,” she waved a hand softly with a quick shake of her head. “I just wanna make sure I understood what you said.” She shifted to better face you and continued, “So you kissed him, and then you…” Pieck paused for dramatic effect, and you couldn’t stand the look in her eye, so you blurted out the rest of her sentence.

“Ran away!” You buried your face in your hands with a groan, and sighed when you felt her hand on your shoulder. “Now he’s only ever going to laugh when he sees me. What was I thinking?”

Pieck paused again, and with your fingers covering your eyes, you couldn’t see the incredulous look on her face.

Then, her voice chirped, “What are you, an idiot?”

You looked up at her in surprise, then whimpered nervously when she chuckled at you.

“You really don’t know?” She asked in a giggle. “He likes you, too.”

“Are you serious?” Your eyes widened and jaw nearly dropped, and you felt angry butterflies in your stomach, feeling silly that it was obvious to your friend, and that you had no clue.

“Yes,” she shook her head with a smile, amazed once again at your air-headedness. “He’s liked you for years—you two have been flirting with each other for years.” When you only stared at her with a blank expression, she blinked at you and asked, “Have you seriously not noticed?”

Your eyes began to water in mortification at the revelation, and Pieck nudged you, bringing your attention back to her. When you looked to your friend, she directed you with her eyes, and you followed them, only to see Reiner standing across the room, awkwardly rubbing his hands on his thighs with a heavy blush over his cheeks as he glanced between the floor, the walls, the two of you, and anything else he could put his attention on while he appeared to be waiting for something.

“Go,” Pieck urged. “He looks like he wants to talk to you.”

“But—” You began to protest but Pieck rolled her eyes and fumbled to push you up from the floor, and towards Reiner’s direction.

“Go!” She said again with more persistence.

You grumbled shyly to yourself before wringing you’re hands against your stomach and carefully stepped towards him, noticing his blush deepen as he saw you approach.

“Hi,” you squeaked at him before swallowing heavily and staring up at the massive blond.

He nodded to you, averting his gaze while rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, um—hi.”

You struggled to find your words, and you could see Reiner’s lips parting and closing again, like he was having trouble as well. After agonizing seconds of awkward silence and mumbles, you both stammered together, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

With relieved giggles, you both smiled at each other and nodded, grateful that the other person wanted to step away as well and be alone together.

That night, you’d solidified what Pieck had revealed to you: you were both into each other, and your idiotic moment led to the start of a love you’d hadn’t realized was ready to bloom all along.

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Since Armin's birthday is November 3rd, my I request an Armin x Reader in which they have birthday sex?

Hi Kelly! Thank you so much for this, you’re my first request ask 🥺 Happy birthday to our favorite boy! 🥳💜

Birthday Baby

WC: 710

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As Armin sank you onto his cock, you buried your hands into his hair, his golden locks between your fingers while you moaned into his shoulder.

All he wanted for his birthday was your pussy—warm around his girth, wet and sloppy, slick dripping down his balls as you bounced on his lap.

He breathed heavily against your temple, hands tightening on your hips, his lips trailing across your cheek to your mouth as he whispered, “So good for me, sweetie—ah!—so tight.” He groaned as his hand slid around your back to pull you closer to him, finally pulling you into a kiss, sucking on your bottom lip and tongue.

You rocked your hips, squeezing your knees against his thighs, kissing him back with equal parts love and lust. You loved him, and lusted for his cock—his cock that filled you so nicely, sliding through your velvet walls, pulsing inside of you, his tip nudging the spot you can never seem to get on your own.

“Wanna—” You moaned. “—wanna be tight for-for my birthday boy, wanna give my birthday boy anything he wants.”

He chuckled into your mouth, kissing you again before pulling away and touching his forehead to yours, slowing his thrusts. “Anything?”

“Anything,” you whined, missing the quick pace of his dick.

“Gimme a baby.” He kissed you, holding your face delicately in his palms.

“‘Baby’?” You asked in a squeak, your hips no longer rocking.

“Yeah,” he sat still, your cunt tightening around him, begging for him to keep going. “Want you to give me a baby.”

The grin that came over your face was gentle, slow to show, but then tears filled your eyes and you nodded, kissing him and bringing your hips up to lower yourself over him once more. “I’ll give you a baby—anything for my birthday boy.”

He smiled against your lips and grabbed your ass, flipping you over onto your back and shoving his hands onto the backsides of your thighs and pushed your knees up to your chest. His hips pistoned into you, slamming his cock into your hole over and over, your whines and moans nearly suffocated by the speed of his thrusts taking your breath away.

“Min! Min, so good, I’m—!” Your head lolled back as he continuously hit that spot again, over and over until you were seeing white, your toes curling as your feet were perched at the sides of his head, pussy trembling and squeezing him and oozing your creamy juices of your orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted, pressing his hands at your sides as he leaned forward, your legs flush against his chest with your feet up over his shoulders. “Gonna make you the prettiest mommy,” Armin chuckled through a groan, kissing your lips, “make you swollen—swollen with-with my baby,” his pace quickened as he shifted his knees to better position himself against your hips, his balls slapping over your ass so lewdly and so loudly.

As best as your overstimulated body would let you, you choked out, “Wa-wanna make-make you a daddy, Min, wanna—” your tears rolled out of your eyes as you cried through your second orgasm, your fists tight around the sheets.

He kissed you to silence your tears, groaning and growling against your lips. His thrusts became erratic, hip bones bruising the backs of your thighs as he pounded into you, only your name falling from his tongue as he finally released and shot his hot seed deep into your womb, fucking it all back into your hole to keep it all in, his own throat choking up with tears at the thought of getting you pregnant.

You held each other for a while, his cock still buried inside you, his kisses peppering over your cheeks and nose. “Love you so much,” he whispered, caressing your sides.

“Love you, Min,” you whined, bringing your shaky hands up to his face. “Happy birthday.”

He kissed you with a smile and sat back, resting his palm over your belly. “Thank you, sweetie.”

He couldn’t wait to watch you swell with his child, watch you grow into the mother he knew you could be.

He couldn’t wait for you to give him the best birthday present he could ever ask for.

Happy birthday, Armin Arlert

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For the smut promt..27 with porco please 😭

Hi, ofc! 🦔

Smut prompt list

Content warnings: jealous themes, possessive themes, creampie, pet names

Porco gripped your arms tightly as he held you against the wall, his hips digging into yours to keep you from moving, his tongue deep in your mouth, slowly kissing you.

He only ever got like this—clingy, possessive, hot and heavy—when he didn’t like the fact that another man stood too close to you or smiled at you for too long. And today, both of those things happened.

You two were simply doing your Sunday routine of visiting the farmer’s market, and you had wandered away to a crate of beautiful, fat navel oranges. The dress you wore wouldn’t be considered short by anyone other than a prude or a pervert, but a nice breeze came by and drifted around your legs in such a way to give the illusion that it was that short, and someone absolutely noticed.

This stranger had approached you from a stand across the aisle from where you were, and he stood close to your side, grinning at you and complimenting the braid in your hair. Porco noticed this, and made his way to you, blatantly sliding a hand around your waist to call your attention to the fresh herbs down the way.

You had teased him about it the whole way home, and he shrugged at you, seemingly blowing you off.

But you knew better.

Which had you here, against the wall, your dress being pushed up to your belly and panties being pulled aside while you breathily laughed in his ear. “My my, baby, I love it when you get jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, it’s just you’re mine,” he purred against the corner of your lips. “Now let me fuck you like you belong to me.” With this, he hoisted you up and held you to the wall with one hand on your ass while his other hand pulled his cock out of his pants and briefs, then eased himself into you with a deep groan.

You gasped as you took him in, biting your knuckles and smiling like an idiot at the feel of him stretching you wide open. “F-fuck, Pock, I love you,” your breath shook before you kissed him.

“Love you, baby,” he grumbled into your lips, holding tightly to your ass and thighs as he rocked his hips at a steady pace, letting out quiet groans into your mouth.

You gripped tightly to his shoulders and moved your hips with his, your pussy sucking his cock deep inside of you. Your head leaned back with a moan as he found that sweet spot in you instantly, and Porco held you in place to speed up his hips.

“Gonna fill you up and claim you, baby,” he groaned, kissing your neck. “Show that son of a bitch from the market who you belong to.”

“I belong to you, Pock,” you whined, carding your fingers through his hair. “You and only you.”

“That’s right, baby.” He smirked into your neck and groaned when he felt you clench. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You nodded as you rocked your body with his, feeling your own orgasm coming along as well. Gripping his jaw, you brought his face to yours and kissed him fiercely, the intensity of your lips making him reach his peak and shoot hot loads of cum into your womb, his throat and chest rumbling with a loud groan.

You soon followed after him, creaming all over his cock, your juices mixing together. When he slowed his hips and stilled against you, you rested your forehead on his with a smile. “I love you, Porco. I’m yours, and yours alone.”

“That’s right, baby,” he whispered with a smile, giving your ass a squeeze and bringing his other hand up to gingerly cup your cheek.

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