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staytinyville · 2 years

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Righteous

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Reiner Braun Soulmate AU

- Soulmate AU (childhood friends to lovers. afab!reader. The entire chapter is flashbacks. Soft!Reiner. Depressed!Reiner. Clueless Children.)

cw: Season Four Spoilers (specifically episode 3 : The Door of Hope)

The Armored Titan naturally specializes in defense; but if it charges at full speed, it can break through gates and walls alike. As Marley's shield it needs to stand tall where the fighting is thickest. It suits Braun's tenacious spirit.

The (L/N) family waited at the train station as the patriarch of the family was set to arrive from the battle against yet again another nation in Marley's way.

The 11 year old stood next to her mother, her younger siblings playing around next to them. Her eyes scanned the area, trying to find a specific group of warriors.

One by one, the soldiers walked off the train carts; some injured more than others. Her mother's laugh reached her ears, the girl looking away from the train to see her father laughing as he hugged his wife.

Glancing back one more time, she smiled at her father; trying to look as though she was truly waiting for him at the station.

"(Y/N)! Look how big you've gotten! Oh, my little girl!" General Brunswick laughed, picking his daughter up and twirling her around.

"It was only a year, father." She laughed, arms gripping around her dad's shoulders to keep her from falling.

"And that one year made such a difference." When she was put down, she went back to looking around the crowd; watching as those around her also began to embrace their loved ones.

Through the crowd she spotted the blonde hair, the boy walking with confidence and not a single scratch on his face. He scanned the crowd, eyes meeting with (Y/N)’s along the way.

He laughed, waving his hand in a shy manner as the other rubbed the back of his head. (Y/N) smiled back, cheeks burning red having caught his stare. She did wave at him, but was cut short when a woman rushed up to Reiner and seemed to catch his attention.

(Y/N) smiled, glad to have seen Reiner getting off the train. She turned back to her father, his beaming smile on display.

"We're going to do it, (M/N)! They're going to send the Warriors to the island." (Y/N)’s face suddenly dropped, her happy mood slowly diminishing.

"What?" (Y/N) said, though her questioning went on deaf ears. Her father instead pulled the entire family along, stating that he just really wanted to get home and rest before they began to call all the meetings.

She took one last glance behind her, catching just as Reiner broke through the crowd to the place she was just standing at. He looked around a bit, finally catching her walking away with her laughing family. She had a frown on her face, eyebrows pulled together in a worry manner.

Reiner gave her a confused expression, wondering what could possibly be wrong with her. He broke the eye contact when someone pushed into his form, laughter reaching Reiner's ears.

"Come on! Zeke said they are going to have a small celebration for us! We should join." Berthold told his friend, the larger boy's arm wrapped around the blonde's shoulders.

"Right." Reiner whispered, giving his friend a grin. Berthold looked up to where Reiner had been looking at, the entrance to the station in his view as he watched a Marleyan families walk out to get home.

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"It makes no sense!" Porco shouted, hand smacking against the wall next to Reiner. "You were at the bottom of the group! So why would they pick you!?"

"Haven't you figured it out? You're at the bottom, Pock." Reiner teased.

"You little-"

"Porco, stop! Calm down." Marcel rushed, hands going around his brother to keep from punching Reiner. "You don't want to defy the Brass."

Porco shoved his brother off, walking to another part of the room to keep from getting more angry at the boy.

"Reiner, I'm sorry."

"Is everything okay in here?" All of the seven warriors turned their head to the door; the small girl looking at them with a curious expression.

"There's nothing going on, (Y/N)." Zeke was the one to speak to her, having met the girl through her father. If she was here more than likely it meant her father was here as well.

"Your definition of nothing is not the same as mine."

"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" Reiner finally spoke to her, quickly rushing to stand in front of her; to block her from the view of others.

While the majority didn't think anything of it, Berthold and Annie squinted their eyes at their friend watching as the girl's eyes grew bright when she looked up at him. A small detail only they would notice.

"Dad came to talk with you guys about your mission." She leaned over to the side, trying to speak without Reiner blocking her. "They asked me to come get you."

"Of course. Thank you, (Y/N)." Zeke cleared his throat, coming to a stand and asking Peick to come along. Marcel followed after them; Annie and Berthold walking behind him but stopping at the door to wait for Reiner.

As they all passed her, (Y/N) looked back up at Reiner, her cheeks flushing with color as she looked up at him. Reiner smiled down at her, their height difference finally noticeable as she began to grow slower than him.

"Reiner." Berthold called, his tone soft but in his head it was warning.

"Right." Reiner glanced at his friends, than looked back down at (Y/N). "I'll see you later."

(Y/N) grinned, watching as him and his friends began to head off to the meeting room.

"You know he only has 11 years left to live." A male voice broke (Y/N) out of her dreamland. Porco walked up to the girl, a frown set on his face and his arms crossed over each other.

"And even if he didn't," The boy scoffed. "You're Marleyan. As if you had a chance."

(Y/N) frowned her eyebrows, but quickly masked her sadness with an annoyed expression.

"What do you know?"

*****

"Reiner, are you sure you don't want to spend a bit more time with your mom before you go?" (Y/N) asked the older boy.

"I'll be seeing her later for dinner! Besides, I want to talk with you for a bit before I do go." (Y/N)’s cheeks turned red, the girl giving Reiner a grin as she watched him beam with excitement over his mission.

"What did you tell your mom?"

"I told her Berthold wanted to get some time together before we have to become serious and focus on nothing but the mission." Reiner answered her. He then turned to her, watching as the air kissed her skin and had her hair flying in all sorts of directions.

"What did you tell your family?"

"Oh just about the same thing." (Y/N) answered, her tone careless.

"What about to get into the internment zone?" Reiner asked skeptical, scared she would get in trouble for coming to see him.

"Oh I just said my father left some papers. I showed them his badge and my ID and they said okay." (Y/N) turned to him a bright smile on her face. "Enough about that! I'm here to talk with you before you go. How does it feel!?"

Reiner laughed, hands allowing him to lean back on the grass. They had chosen to go to the small park in the Internment zone, Mayley kind enough to give the kids a form of entertainment. Though due to (Y/N) not having her own armband, Reiner thought to bring his old one to her, making sure if kids walked they wouldn't notice she didn't have one.

"It feels great! I get to go outside of Marley!" Reiner exclaimed. "If I do this, (Y/N), then maybe when I'm older I can have a house for us! We can live together outside the internment zone!"

(Y/N) made a noise, head turning into her knees to hide the large blooming blush that began to reach her ears.

"Reiner!" She playfully scolds, her voice muffled by her legs. She looked up when Reiner suddenly got quiet. His lips were pulled into a frown, the boy pulling his legs up like (Y/N) had.

"Hey-"

"I asked mother what would happen if I married a Marleyan," He explained. "She screamed at me to take that out of my head. Saying that I'll get nowhere if I end up falling for a girl from Marley. She doesn't want me to end up like her."

"But you won't! You'll be a savior to Marley! They'll surely let you do whatever, when you get back with the founding titan!"

Reiner gave (Y/N) a sad smile, watching her eyes shine as she held onto his arm. His eyes went wide, remembering something. (Y/N) watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled something small out.

"Here!" Reiner spoke, grabbing a hold of (Y/N)’s hand. "I, uh, I bought this with some money the unit gave me. They said it was for being brave and going to the island of devils."

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide as he placed a ring on her finger, the small metal a bit too big for her child hands.

"Reiner!"

"When I come back! I'm going to be a hero for you and my mom. Then they wouldn't care if we got married!" (Y/N) laughed, hands grabbing a hold of Reiner's to pull them closer.

"I'll wait for you then!" When Reiner looked down at their hands, he noticed that their pinkies were next to each other; matching lined marks wrapping around the bottom.

"Oh! You have one too?" Reiner asked, letting go of their clenched hands and pulling (Y/N)’s left to get a closer inspection.

"Huh? Oh! I got that like three years ago. I only remember it because it was the day I met you!" Reiner looked up at her, head tilted to the side in confusion. "Yeah, my mom took me to the doctors but they just said it was probably a skin thing. It never really bothered me."

"I have it too! Look." Reiner scooted over, placing his hand next to (Y/N)’s to show the matching marks. "I also got it the day I met you!"

"Hm, did we touch something?"

"No!" Reiner laughed, suddenly remembering what his mom told him. "Mom told me it was the string of fate!"

"Oh, sounds scary."

"It's not! There's no need to worry! Mom says it just means you met your soulmate." Reiner told her.

"Soulmate?" (Y/N) tilted her head.

"Yeah! I asked her what those were and she said they were your other half. That apparently they would be the person you will love for all of time."

"Really?" (Y/N) softly smiled. "Do you think we're soulmates?"

Reiner's face burned, the boy picking at the grass as he chuckled awkwardly.

"It could be." He looked at the girl. "It just gives me a reason to make sure I finish the mission!"

"You'll come back a hero! I'm sure you can do it!"

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bluebellhairpin · 3 years

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(Back to the other Masterlist)

Edits

Phone Lockscreens/Backgrounds

Eren Jaeger Lockscreens/Backgrounds

Headcanons

Character Drinks

Character Habits

Character Music Tastes

Character Outfits (Part 2)

Characters as Horny Songs (N S F W)

Pacific Rim AU

Volleyball AU

Mornings with the Veterans

Their s/o Has a Bad Day

Girl Dad’s

What They Call You/What You Call Them

What They’re Like as Fathers

What they Wont Do

Things Levi Ackerman has said while Babysitting the 104th

Oneshots

(Eren Jaeger X Reader X Father!Levi Ackerman) Like Father, Like Son-In-Law

(Jean Kirschtein X Reader) Lotta Love

(Reiner Braun X Reader) To Reiner, My Missing Piece

Imagine...

Saving a Child with the Veterans

Series

Part of Your World (Attack on Titan X Reader) (DISCONTINUED)

Broken With Gold (Eruri X Fem!Reader) (ONGOING)

Of Loved and Lost (Erwin Smith/Miche Zacharias X Fem!Reader) (ONGOING)

The Aftermath - Headcanons

Single Touch - Oneshot

A Familiarity - Oneshot

The Louvre - Oneshot

Promises - Oneshot

Apple Pie - Oneshot

Tears, Fears, and Souvenirs - Oneshot

Star Crossed - Oneshot

Kiss It Better - Oneshot

Always and Forever - Oneshot

Who Will Remember? - Oneshot

Runaway - Oneshot

True Gold - Oneshot

Honeyed Bread - Oneshot

Razor Blades and Band-Aids - Oneshot

Not Friends (Slight N S F W) - Oneshot

When the Coil Breaks (N S F W) - Oneshot

The Cravat (Part Two; Their Cravat) - Twoshot

The Perfect Partner (Part Two; The Perfect Plan) - Twoshot

Hanging around Hange and Levi Joining you - Imagine

Levi Meeting You in the Modern World - Imagine List

Favours - Series (DISCONTINUED)

The Adventures - Series (DISCONTINUED)

In Between - Series (HIATUS)

No Feelin’ - Series (COMPLETE)

For Erwin - Oneshot

I Know - Oneshot

The King’s Queen - Oneshot

Welcome Home - Oneshot

Unholy (N S F W) - Oneshot

Cherry - Oneshot

Parallels- Oneshot

Me, The Devil - Oneshot

work song - Oneshot

Maneater (Part two; Eat Your Young)(N S F W / DARK CONTENT) - Twoshot

The Kid - Oneshot (AU thoughts here!)

Where There’s Smoke - Oneshot

The Cynic’s Happily Ever After - Oneshot

Waking Up In Vegas - Oneshot

Tamed - Oneshot

They Know - Oneshot (N S F W)

SFW Alphabet - Headcanons

The Bane of Zeke Jaeger - Oneshot

Me and My Husband - Oneshot

Rusted Platnium - Series (Broken With Gold)

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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Can you write a modern au Historia Reiss x fem!reader imagine where the reader is in a band and has a very punk rock style, and Historias the popular cheerleader everybody drools over, and they hate each other but at a party some girl is flirting with the reader so historia takes her and fucks the reader silly in a bathroom and after confesses her feelings to r?

historia reiss | promise

ofc!!! pls i literally love cheerleader!historia. i hope this is good enough <33 !!

18+ pls ! [unedited]

warnings/notes: cursing, use of alcohol and drugs, eventual smut, jealous dom!historia, modern au!, college au!, cheerleader!historia, bathroom sex, degradation, slight praise, enemies to lovers supremacy, fem reader!, finger fucking, hints at pegging, and aftercare

you’re pissed, so pissed that you’re seeing white. you only know that you’re sitting under the bleachers of your college campus and that your best friend, annie, is sitting beside you.

historia reiss, the popular cheerleader adored by everyone, decided it would funny if she pulled a prank on you. the prank being drenched in ice water and then pouring pink glitter on your body from the second floor of campus.

the glitter stuck everywhere, even in your mouth. before you scrubbed some of it off, you looked like a bath bomb. the water made it stickier and made you cold.

you don’t know what kind of vendetta historia has against you, you’ve only just met her two years ago! you hadn’t even really talked her up until your freshman year of college. even then, you don’t think you had said anything rude or wrong.

you just assume she gets pleasure out of your suffering.

you’re ranting about historia to annie, who witnessed the whole incident, still covered head-to-toe in glitter. she’s smoking a cigarette and listening to you absentmindedly, a sign that she’s getting slightly annoyed. she grabs your jaw with her hand and turns your face towards her. she’s taking in a breath and you know exactly what she’s about to do.

when she pulls the cigarette away, she blows the smoke into your face and let’s go of your jaw.

“thanks for that,” you grunt, the smell always seems to calm you down for some odd reason.

“y’know, instead of ranting, you could go home and take a shower,” she looks sleepy as she holds onto her cigarette.

“i know. but she’s just so frustrating! wanna know what makes her even more frustrating?!”

annie decides to play along, she thinks you ranting is funny, “what?”

“she’s hot. scratch that, she’s literally gorgeous. she looks like a fucking goddess and has the personality of a witch,” you shout angrily, following annie’s movements of getting up and walking towards your dorm.

“i dunno,” she snickers, “she’s pretty nice to me.”

“yeah, cause she’s got some sort of vendetta against me. i swear—i have never done a single thing to her!! do you remember when she bashed our band?! does she even listen to punk?!”

annie’s made a mistake in encouraging you, “anyways. speaking of our band, don’t forget we’re playing tonight at eren’s house.”

“you mean at his frat house,” you snort, bumping your shoulder into her’s. you immediately regret it when you pull away and see pink glitter stick to her shirt and a shiver going down her spine.

“yeah, whatever. thank god he’s loaded enough to pay for a band. i can’t believe his dad just gives him and zeke cash,” annie coughs while she chuckles, smoke puffing out of her nose.

you’re laughing at her coughing, slapping her firmly on the back as you walk.

you don’t notice large blue eyes staring at you from far away.

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you’re trying to ignore the idiotic comments annie’s making while mikasa does your eyeliner.

you, mikasa, annie, and—surprisngly—jean are getting ready for your show tonight.

originally, it had just been you, annie, and mikasa until mikasa and jean had started dating. she vouched that he could play the drums—and he definelty could. he also gets along surprisingly well with you and annie.

mikasa usually sings back-up for you—despite your begging for her to be the lead—and plays the electric keyboard.

annie’s on bass guitar. she gets stupidly smug everytime she’s done playing and the praise she gets from her girlfriend doesn’t help. annie also writes most of your songs.

“guys, we should make a bet,” annie’s twirling some of her hair, eyeing you and mikasa.

“what’s the bet,” jean smirks and raises a bushy brow. mikasa and you give a hum of approval.

“i bet that one girl is gonna be all over (name) tonight,” you snort sarcastically.

“elizabeth? i think she’s trying to seduce me so i’ll partner up with her for this project we have coming up in our music history class,” mikasa’s pullled away, screwing the cap of the eyeliner back onto the bottle. she hands you coal black lipstick.

“you know what i bet,” jean starts, you know it isn’t gonna be good, “historia’s gonna be eyefucking (name) all night.”

you’re in the middle of applying lipstick but you stop at his statement.

“no, before you say something, jean’s gotta point,” mikasa muses, fanning her hand.

“yeah. dunno how you didn’t noticed,” annie shrugs, hopping out of her chair and stretching her arms upwards.

you’re irritated and finished with your lipstick, eyebrows furrowed bitterly.

“anyways,” you grit your teeth, “it’s showtime.”

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it’s been five minutes since you and the band performed, and after all that belting you just want a drink. you’re walking through the messy and huge kitchen, trying to avoid stepping on spilled shots and egg yolk—who knows—because these boots were expensive.

luckily, most people are partying like a mob in the main room of the smelly frat house. it smells like weed, everywhere. and when you open the fridge you see a long platter of chocolate brownies, is eren alright? you shrug internally, snatching a water bottle that’s sitting on the top shelf.

after you’ve closed the fridge door and opened it, you’re chugging the water bottle like your life depends on it. when you pull away, you try to not notice the lipstick stain and that you’ve drank the bottle more than halfway. you’re leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen, you don’t plan on partying too much since you’re supposed to be the designated driver for annie, mikasa, and jean.

you’re about to take another swig of your water, eyes staring down at your phone and continuing to read a article. before you can bring the bottle to your lips, teasing laughter from your front is distracting you.

it’s historia, wearing a baby blue v-neck tank top that ends at her ribs. she has a white skirt on, pulled up to the middle of her bellybutton and stopping at her upper thighs. her shoes are white and chunky with sparkly blue butterflies on the sides of them. her makeup’s cute, a light blue sprinkling on the outside corners of her eyes that tickled her cheekbones, a light and natural (for her at least) pink lipstick on her lips coated with shiny gloss. she’s pretty.

“fuck do you want,” you frown with narrowed eyes, you’re praying there aren’t anymore tricks.

“nothing, nothing!,” she’s got a cheery smile on her face, “just wanted to see how you were doing! i cant even do that?”

rolling your eyes, you scoff, “not after you drenched me in ice cold water and then poured glitter on me. it took me two hours to get rid of the glitter in the shower.”

she’s opening her mouth, but you’re already done with her shit, “fuck off, dude.”

you’re stomping out of the kitchen, huffing with frustration. what the fuck was historia trying to play at? she’s such a cunt, pulling these mean pranks on you with no provocation and then coming up to you after and asking how you are?

you’re seething. you’re so angry you’re not even paying attention to where you’re going.

but it’s interrupted when you bump into someone’s back. lower... back.

said person, turns around and looks down at you. she’s tall, and you’ve seen her around campus with eren and zeke. she’s quiet and cunning, you’ve heard rumors that she gets paid to beat people up sometimes. you can’t really judge her, money’s money.

but she’s also gorgeous. glowing gold eyes and choppy blonde hair. she’s wearing a loose black blazer that closes at her sternum and down, with nothing underneath. she’s got some kind of necklace—you think it says ‘p’ or ‘z’—and pretty silver rings on her fingers. her heels make her tower over you more than she probably would without them on.

“shit, my bad,” you sigh and look away.

she shakes her head, the tiniest smile painting her face and her cheeks turn a little red.

“you’re alright,” she hums, “i don’t think i’ve met you. i’ve definitely seen you around, but no one’s ever given me a name.”

“oh, i’m (name),” you smile shyly, “i don’t know your name either.”

she chuckles a bit, somehow wrapping her hand in your’s and leading you to a nice loveseat. her nails are painted black and you feel inclined to put your legs over her lap.

“i’m surprised,” and that’s when you notice zeke and pieck on the couch next to you, “there are a lot of rumors about me. however, i guess whoever told you—or didn’t—left me anonymous. i’m yelena.”

you give a laugh, watching her throw her arm up onto the top of the couch. you’re cuddling her side within seconds, drawing a deep chuckle from her. her other hand reaches to your cheek, making you look up at her. she’s holding your chin with her thumb and staring at you with her hypnotizing eyes.

“you’re just the cutest,” she mumbles, letting go of your face and tapping your nose.

you’re getting embarrassed at the attention, and you don’t know what to say other than ‘thank you’. you’ve never been pussy whipped a day in your entire life, but you think you might change that.

she’s leaning in closer, ignoring the couple, who was staring at you two with amusement, that sat on the couch cuddling. you feel like you recognize them for a moment, but the thought it forgotten whenever yelena kisses you fervently.

she’s running her tongue across your lip and the shiver that goes down your spine makes you realize she has a tongue piercing. she’s pushing you down to lay on the couch, to which you happily oblige, her hand crawling up to your neck.

before you can even let her shove her tongue in your mouth and choke you, your hand is being tugged and all of a sudden your upper torso and body is on the floor and your head is aching. you’re dazedly looking at yelena, who’s just as surprised as you are, then turning to the couple on the couch.

holy fucking hell, how did you not realize that the couple was pieck and zeke. that isn’t even your main focus when another tug to your wrist pulls your lower half off the couch.

“what the fuck?!” you’re suddenly not dazed anymore, “let go of me!”

you’re snatching your arm away and scrambling to your feet, tugging down your short dress that rode up. you turn around to face the assaulter, only to look down and see historia.

historia grabbed you?!

before you can even scream or slap her, she’s, once again, pulling you away by your wrist. for such a small girl, she’s got a tight grip.

you’re stumbling as you follow her, not like you couldn’t, yelling profanities. you pass by annie, who spits out her drink at the sight of you, it startles her girlfriend, hitch. you mouth a ‘help!’ towards her just as you’re swung forward.

it takes you a second to balance yourself out, and before you can turn yourself around, you’re being shoved forward.

what the fuck is her deal?!

you’re pushed into a bathroom, finally turning around to see historia as you fall on your ass. she’s slammed the door closed and locked it, staring at you on the ground.

“the fuck is your damage,” you scream, leaning against the bathroom counter.

“you’re a fucking slut, that’s what!” she’s yelling back, now standing in front of you. her hands are trapping you against the counter, and you’re looking down at her.

“you’re a dirty little slut. you can’t help but get down with a woman when i’m not with you for five fucking minutes,” you can’t even open your mouth and opted to push yourself towards the counter more as you squeeze your thighs together.

“look at you,” she’s laughing mockingly, “you look like a dog in heat. are you enjoying this, you fucking whore?”

you whimper, shaking your head side-to-side.

“you’re a liar,” she’s laughing again, standing on her tip toes to brush her lips against your’s.

“i’m not.”

“if you’re not, go ahead and push me away then,” she smirks, leaning closer.

you look away, listening to the mocking giggle that she was releasing right in your face. her left hand is grabbing you by the jaw and forcing you to look at her.

“can i kiss you,” her look softens and you nod at her.

“yes,” and within a second, her lips are on your’s. the kiss is surprisingly gentle and sweet.

with a bit on your lip, her tongue is rubbing against your’s and her hands sliding under the thin straps of your dress. you’re whining when she pulls away and laughs. your dress is halfway down your body, chest jumping up and down as you pant from the lack of breath.

“look at you, baby,” she turns your head to the side, which gives you a profile view of yourself in the mirror. your lipstick’s smudged in the corner of your mouth, eyeliner’s smuged as well as your eyeshadow.

weak product.

“you need better makeup,” she’s giggling as she leans her head towards your neck.

she’s kissing and sucking almost everywhere on your neck and chest, as if she were marking her property. moans are bouncing off the walls as her hands release your boobs from the strapless bra you’re wearing and sucking on your nipples. honestly, you’re glad it’s off. it’s been tiring having to pull it up everytime it slipped even just a bit.

you tug at her blonde hair when her small hand gropes one tit and her mouth bites at the other. she’s tugging the rest of your dress down with her free hand, and it pools around your boots. she goes back up to kiss your lips, laughing in your mouth as you struggle to kick off your boots. she’s kissing at your cheek and ear, tugging at the waistline of your fishnet tights.

“might wanna take these off too if you don’t want them ripped,” yelping when she bites at your earlobe.

“i...,” you’re catching your breath, “need help.”

she giggles while nodding, helping you shimmying the tights down to your knees.

“jump up on the counter, babe. it’ll make it easier for me,” you’re obident and jumping on the cool bathroom counter, it makes you shiver.

historia’s on her knees, shoes kicked off, and her fingers tickle your legs when she’s sliding the tights off your legs. she’s got a sultry look on her face when she throws said tights over her shoulder, palming your kneecaps. she bites back her smirk when she pulls your knees apart, showing off your black panties. you fall back against the mirror and you lean mostly on your elbows, ignoring the loud bang that came from it.

her mouth’s leaving open mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, pants leaving your mouth. her fingers hook around the waistband of your panties, tugging them down quickly whenever you lift your hips.

your going to close your legs, but her hands prevent you from doing so. her eyes are glued to your pussy, lips spread open and your wetness shining in the light. you’ve got a little hair on your pubis, but that isn’t going to stop historia reiss from changing her name to sasha braus.

she’s sucking at your clit and spreading your legs apart as far as she can. she pulls away from your pussy just for a second.

“keep your legs open,” she says, a thumb rubbing circles into your clit.

it’s lazy and it’s satisfying, but it’s not enough to make you cum. she knows that.

you’re letting out high pitched moans and fingers tangled in her golden locks as she eats you out like a man starved.

‘i wish i had realized that i’m gay sooner,’ you think as historia slowly slides her middle finger inside of you.

you’re throwing your head back against the mirror when she suddenly adds a second finger, claiming that you could take it since you’re a slut.

considering your wetness is dripping down your ass and onto the counter, you can’t really object the statement.

she’s curling her fingers inside you, mouth closed around your clit. your moans go up an octave when she finds the spongy part inside of you, thrusting her fingers in and out of you after she angles her digits.

“fuck!” you moan and start clawing at historia’s free arm, which is holding down your hips.

“h-historia...,” you pant, “gonna cum... pl..please let me cum.”

her laughter sends vibrations across your clit, and that’s what sends you over the edge. you’re crying out as historia helps you ride out your orgasm by slowing her fingers down and pulling away from your clit. historia’s admiring you while she wipes off your juices from her chin, a small smile adorning her lips.

your head is thrown back against the mirror—once again. eyes rolled back and mouth opened in a silent moan. the hand that was gripping at her arm is clenched in a fist that has your knuckles painted white. your toes are curled and your back is arching in the air.

she doesn’t pull her fingers out of you until your calm, letting you catch your breath before she does it all over again.

———

your legs are trembling as she helps you sit down on the toilet.

you know you look like a mess—historia’s been forcing you to watch yourself. the eyeliner and mascara you have on is now smeared and ran down your face since you cried. your lipstick is smeared up and down, worse than last time, and your hair is messed up and tangled from historia pulling on it.

historia’s squatting before you, looking for a rag to wet down and clean you up with.

“next cabinet over,” you breath, throwing your head back.

“you know who’s bathroom this is?”

“yeah, jean’s in this frat too. him and marco share it. this place is pretty nice when there isn’t a party going on,” you giggle, somehow this whole situation seems funny to you.

she’s running hot water over the rag she now has, staring at herself in the mirror. historia’s got hickeys on her neck too and teeth marks on shoulders. she’s got glittery blue on her cheek, must be her mascara.

she turns off the water and wrings it out. she walks over to you, nudging your legs open with her knee. you comply and absentmindedly reach for one of her hands to hold. she takes the offer, squatting in front of you and cleaning up the slightly dried cum and juices on your thighs and vagina.

you shiver and let out little whines and whimpers, still sensitive from the previous orgasms. historia was also still wearing something. something that you didn’t even know she had.

a fucking 6 inch strap on.

“by the way,” you start, “how’d you get your strap-on here?”

“i came to the house before eren started throwing the party. i brought a bag with me and just hid it in the empty cabinet. i think eren wanted to hook up with me and mentioned something about pegging. brought it in case,” she explains, small smile spreading across her face as she starts cleaning your face.

you start giggling again, the hand that wasn’t holding her hand weakly grabbing at her wrist.

“hisu... can i get a kiss,” you pucker your lips when she pulls away the rag from you. she flips the rag to a clean slide, rubbing herself in the same areas as she did for you.

historia holds your cheek and gives you the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had.

“i’m gonna take you back to mine and ymir’s place. you’re still in sub-space and you wobble instead of walk,” she says, squatting down again to help you get your panties on.

she’s able to get your dress on the lower half of your body, but you both realize there’s a fucking cum stain on the chest. historia gives you a jacket that was in her bag, zipping it halfway. the dress stayed sitting at your waist, you’re to tired to get it open even if you have a cover up.

she’s done cleaning everything up within ten minutes, including herself. she throws the rag in a hamper in the bathroom closet that had jean’s name written on it in sharpie.

she’s slipping the bag on her shoulder and helping you walk with the other one. when you walk out, ymir is leaning on the wall by the door with a smirk.

ymir squats down a bit, laughing at your shaky legs every time you took a step. historia and her manage to get you on ymir’s back. you fall asleep before you three can get to the car.

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when you wake up, your whole lower body is sore. your eyelids feel heavy as you open them, coming to your senses. you recognize ‘dance moms’ playing in the background and historia eating cereal as she watches.

you groan lowly, and historia finally notices your consciousness.

“so...,” you yawn while you stretch your arms up into the air, “talk about last night?”

historia nods while she chews, “so basically, i was jealous that you were hooking up with another girl that wasn’t me.”

“but why would you be jealous...? i thought you hated me,” you rub your cheek against the pillow you’re laying your head on.

historia blushes as she looks away with a pout, “i never hated you... i just... i didn’t like the feelings i have for you.”

“oh,” you lay on your back and ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks, “what are.... the feelings..?”

“i may or may not love you,” she hides her face by holding her bowl full of cereal to her chin.

you don’t say anything for a few moments, trying to think of what you wanted to say.

“i... i love you too. but, that doesn’t just mean i forgive and forget all the horrible shit you’ve done to me. i’ll start dating you when i feel that you’ve... ‘atoned’ for your sins,” you sigh, “it’s gonna take some time but if you want this to work or even start, you’ve gotta make it up to me and understand where i’m coming from.”

she looks at you with slight excitement, “i... of course! i was really mean to you and you didn’t deserve that, no matter how much i disliked you. i promise to make it up to you.”

she’s holding her pinky finger up to you.

you smile and link your pinkies with her’s, “promise.”

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #historia reiss #historia x reader #anime

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tanyawritesstories · 3 years

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Living the Dream | Commander Wolffe x Reader Modern AU

So everybody knows about Wolffe and his breeding kink, so I brought the results of it to life! This entire concept may have come from a customer I see at work every so often with his kids. They're all so well behaved and adorable, and it seems every time I see him he's got more kids with him. So thank you, random customer. This is also the softest, cutest thing I've ever written. Enjoy!

Word count: 2,044

Warnings: pure unhinged fluff, Wolffe and his adorable kids, mentions the act of creating children, grocery shopping, even more fluff, it's just really cute

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Wolffe had never once thought about how he might look to other people, he didn't really care. At least not anymore. They usually smiled at him, some said hello, some still avoided him. He was convinced it was because of the scar and the prosthetic eye, it scared people. Though when they saw his entourage they thought differently. Wolffe may be intimidating, but it was the exact opposite when he was being swarmed with half a dozen children.

It might be a little troublesome wrestling so many children to the store but you weren’t feeling up to it and you needed a break from the kids. So your loving husband had volunteered to get the groceries and take the kids with him.

Wolffe loved every single one of his children. There were eight, four girls and four boys. They were perfect, all exceptionally well behaved, thanks to Wolffe’s military background. He kept them in line and taught them respect and manners. He was firm but kind, a perfect husband and father. You loved watching him with the kids.

Wolffe pushed the cart ahead of him with one hand, his youngest strapped into the seat in the front, his 3 year old balanced on his hip. The twins were sat in the cart itself sharing the iPad as they played a word learning game. Wolffe had sent his oldest two to a different part of the store to get a few other things. The last two, 7 and 9 years old, walked alongside him, getting distracted every few minutes.

"Ooh, daddy look at this!" His 9 year old, Kess, says as she points to a brightly colored box of cereal. "I see it, sweetie. Now c'mon, we need to find food for dinner," he replied.

He turned down an isle trying to find pasta sauce when he heard something being dropped into the cart. He turned to find that his 7 year old had thrown a package of cookies into the cart. "Zeke, we don't need those, bud," he admonished softly. "But I want them," the little boy said stubbornly. "I know, but we don't need them today, so can you please go put them back?" The young boy stomped his foot, "No, I want them so we're getting them." Wolffe kneeled down so he was eye level with his child, "Zeke Jason Koon, go put those back this instant or you're not getting your toys for the rest of the day. You will not talk back to your father and you will not disobey me," he said firmly.

Zeke lowered his head to the ground and took the cookies to put them back on the shelf. “Thank you,” Wolffe finished. He managed to find the right kind of pasta sauce and added it to the cart. His eldest two boys came thundering down the isle carrying things in their hands. “Hey hey, slow down, no running,” Wolffe corrected. “Sorry,” Tam said, “We couldn’t find the milk.”

“That’s alright, we should have enough at home,” Wolffe assured, “Can you two take Briea to pick out candles and decorations for her birthday please.” The two boys nodded and Wolffe set the youngster in his arms down on her feet. “Both of you stay with her and don’t let her out of your sight, ok?” Cardell nodded and took his little sister’s hand, Tam taking her other hand as they went on their way.

Kess helped her father, grabbing the noodles from the bottom shelf. The twins, who had since gotten bored of the iPad, were looking around and smiling at people that looked their way. The more rebellious of the twins, Lieda, decided to stand up in the moving cart and hang onto the edge. “Lieda, sit down!” Her twin brother scolded, pulling her shirt to try and get her to sit back down. “Liore, don’t pull on her shirt, please. Lieda, sit down, hun. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Wolffe said without taking his eyes off the list you had written up for him. Wolffe found three more items on the list when Zeke started pulling gently on his pants leg.

“What do you need, bud?” Zeke reached his arms up to his father, “Please.” Wolffe picked up his little boy with a smile, “You want the high ground?” Zeke nodded and giggled, Wolffe lifted him up higher and placed Zeke on his shoulders, the little boy squealing with laughter. “Hang on tight up there,” Wolffe cautioned with a smile, he felt his son’s hands anchor themselves onto his head and he held onto the boy’s leg with one hand.

Cardell and Tam came back with Briea, Cardell was carrying her while Tam carried multicolored plates, cups, and napkins. Cardell was having trouble keeping Briea from sticking the package of candles in her mouth. “She picked these out, all on her own,” Tam said, dumping the supplies into the cart. “Good job, Brie Brie,” Wolffe smiled, pinching the little girl’s cheek. He handed the list to the twins, “Here, can you guys make sure we have everything on the list?”

Liore took hold of the list and glanced over it, “Dada these words are too big,” he announced. “You can do it, sound out the letters, remember. Like how mommy showed you,” he encouraged. Tam ran further down the aisle to help Kess reach something on the shelf. Ariah, who had been content to sit strapped into the cart sucking on her pacifier, rocked back and forth and opened her mouth to gurgle, consequently letting her pacifier fall out of her mouth and onto the dirty floor. The now distraught tiny one year old scrunched up her face and began crying, Wolffe unbuckled her from the seat and held her against his chest. He gently rubbed her back and rocked her, “shhh, it’s ok, dada’s here,” he whispered.

Cardell picked the pacifier off the ground, “Want me to go wash it off?” Wolffe smiled gratefully at his son, “Please. Thank you, Cardell.” Lieda stood up in the cart again, “I wanna come too!” Cardell set Briea down in the cart and plucked his other sister out, taking her hand and wandering off to find a sink. Tam noticed his father had his hands full and offered to push the cart. “I wanna push too,” Kess added. “Ok, you push that side I’ll push this side,” Tam compromised. Kess was barely able to reach the handle but put her heart into the task nonetheless, Liore was still trying to pronounce the words on the list while Briea had gotten her hands on the iPad and was sucking on the corner.

Wolffe followed his children around as they pushed the cart and gathered the last few items on the list. He had gotten Ariah to stop crying after only a few minutes and she was now sleeping soundly in his arms, Zeke still perched high and mighty on Wolffe’s shoulders. They got to the front of the store and were rejoined by Lieda and Cardell, who gave Ariah her clean pacifier back. The twins started loading the items onto the conveyor belt, Tam watching to make sure they didn’t throw or drop the eggs or glass bottles. The cashier greeted them with a friendly hello which Wolffe returned.

“Alright Zeke, you’re gonna have to get down bud, dada needs to pay for our groceries,” Wolffe said, he crouched down and allowed Cardell to whisk his little brother off their dad’s shoulders. Kess and Tam took the full bags off the rotating holder and gave them to the twins to organize in the cart. Cardell put Zeke down and let him help put bags into the cart while he picked Briea out and held her to make more room.

“Are these all your kids?” The cashier, a middle aged woman, asked. Wolffe raised an eyebrow at her rudeness, “Yes, they’re all mine.” The woman seemed shocked. “They’re so well behaved,” a kind looking older woman said. She was behind them in the line, watching the children with awe. “Thank you, my wife and I are trying our best,” Wolffe smiled. “Well, you’re doing a great job,” she added, “You don’t see young people with well behaved children nowadays. These all the kiddos you have?” Wolffe smiled wider, there was nothing he loved more than talking (bragging) about his family. “Yep,” he chirped, “All eight. My wife and I are very lucky.” The old woman smiled at him and placed a hand on his arm, “You have a lovely family. God bless you, son.” Wolffe thanked her again and paid for his items.

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Wolffe knocked on the door, only having to wait a few seconds before you opened it. You gave him a weary smile, “My hero,” you said opening the door wider. Wolffe walked inside, setting one bag on the counter, followed by the rest of the kids carrying in the other bags. He still carried Ariah against his chest, the tiny girl still sound asleep. Wolffe told the kids what to leave out and what to put away before setting the sleeping child down on her blanket laid out on the living room floor. Finally being able to greet you again, he pecked you on the lips and pulled you into a hug.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked. You sighed, “I was able to sleep for a little bit but now by back is killing me.” Wolffe smiled sympathetically, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You want me to give you a massage later?” You rested your head on your husband’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Don’t be sorry, I’ve done this before. It’s all part of the experience,” you chuckled, looking up at your husband. Wolffe kissed your forehead and brought his hands around to your front. “You’d think it would get easier the ninth time,” he mused, running his palms over your enlarged stomach. You chuckled again, “It has a little bit. C’mon let's make dinner. And yes, I'll take that massage.”

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Wolffe whisked off his shirt and set the alarm on his phone before setting it on his nightstand. He thought for a moment before deciding he would sleep in just his boxer shorts tonight, he let the sweatpants he had been wearing fall to the floor and he slid underneath the covers of your shared bed. He rolled onto his side and perched himself up on one elbow, gazing across the room at you. You were sat at your vanity in only your panties and one of his t-shirts which was much too large on you. You loved wearing his t-shirts, especially when you were pregnant, they were so big and comfy.

This was his favorite part of the day, staring at you as you applied various creams and oils to your skin, the lights bordering the mirror made you glow even more. He was entranced by you, his own angel, someone who wanted a big family just like him. You finished your nightly routine and turned around to see him staring at you. “What?” You asked with a smile. He shook his head, “nothing” he mumbled. You turned off the vanity light and climbed in bed, laying down facing Wolffe.

“I swear you get more beautiful every time I knock you up,” he mused. You playfully swatted his arm, “oh yes because the weight gain, mood swings, and morning sickness are drop dead gorgeous,” you said sarcastically. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “It is, I think it’s sexy,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I love how you get so big from carrying my baby and how sassy you get sometimes, you know it turns me on." You tried to hide the blush on your cheeks as you smiled, but Wolffe moved your hands away. "And when you get sick that means I can dote on you even more,” Wolffe continued, sealing every reason with a kiss somewhere on your face. You sighed happily and brought a hand to his cheek.

“I love you, Wolffe, and every baby you’ve given me. I love everything we have. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Neither would I, my love. I am living out my dreams.”

#star wars the clone wars #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #star wars fanfiction #Wolffe and his kids are adorable

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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abt the historia and zeke are technically related, it got me thinking. We get a lot of yeager bros content and im sure there’s content of frieda being hostoria’s older sister but... where’s the content of zeke being a protective big bro to historia? Feel like they can bond well since they both got dick dads

historia taking the first few steps to breaking away from the nice, submissive type everyone knows her to be. she’s not perfect and there would be times that she’d doubt herself and go back to being insecure and playing herself down. in comes zeke who met her through his mother’s side of the family and is all for that personal growth. he relates to her wanting to stick it to her father, having gone through something like that in the past. he says stuff like, “like hell they can get away talking to you like that, tell me who they are and ill give them a piece of my mind.” and “your dad can go fuck himself, you can stay with me and mom if you need somehwere to stay. mom doesnt like rod either so you’re more than welcome.”

idk idk hahah :p

...i hope you don't mind me just wirting some headcannons and scenrios real quick, because wow anon you just opened my third eye for all this potential.

Historia and Zeke family bonding modern au below cut

They probably met for the first time at large family gathering when Dina took teen Zeke to meet his relatives and one of his uncles mentioned that his daughter from his ex-wife just started living with him after moving from the country side.

He was 17 at the time, and so while the adults were busy with each other as the topic of his mother's divorce came up again, he felt too uncomfortable to stay in the room so he just excused himself to the bathroom.

Only to sneak outside the house instead, knowing all the rooms in his uncle's big mansion were probably filled with maids or other relatives and he didn't want to risk getting caught.

The back garden was beautiful, the grass overgrown and not as bright as the front yard fake lawn, it was clearly an overlooked part of the house that the gardener seemed to forget from dried crunchy leaves collecting at the bottom of the old tree.

Zeke took a breath of fresh air, before reaching into the hidden pocket of his jacket and pulling a cigarette.

He knew if his mother found out she'd kill him, not to mention his concerned grandparents, but what they don't know can't harm them.

Getting out his lighter, he was too focused on covering the flame so the wind won't snuff it out before lighting the cigarette

"You shouldn't do that, it's not good for you." Came a high pitched voice that took him off guard, almost making him drop the lighter and cause a fire hazard.

Looking in front of him, a seven year old girl stood with messy blonde hair with some leaves stuck to it, she was clutching a patch of dandelions and weeds pulled from the ground.

Putting the lighter back in his pocket, Zeke took a deep breath before slowly letting the smoke out, pushing what she said aside, he said "And what exactly are you doing with those?"

She gave a big toothy smile before explaining how she's cleaning the garden, she said "they keep stealing the other plants' food, most plants here are dead and i wanted to help."

Zeke stepped closer before leaning down to be on eye level with her, judging by the dirt staining her white dress and between her fingernails, she must have been doing this for a while. He chuckled at the way she crunched her nose at the smell of smoke, before attempting to mask her features.

Wanting to mess with her, he held the cigarette with two fingers before offering it to her, "wanna try? i won't tell your parents, pinky promise."

Audibly gasping, she clutched the dandelions to her chest protectively before stumbling to politely reject it in a way that was clearly meant not to offend him, her eyes glancing at the garden fence door like she's considering running.

Deciding to end the joke before she would yell stranger danger, Zeke put out the cigarette with an amused smile before offering his empty hand to her.

"I'm sorry for the awful joke, please don't tell my mom, will you forgive me? Pretty please?" Putting on his best pout, Zeke almost couldn't hold back chuckling when the kid in front of him seemed actually moved by his act.

She reluctantly took his hand, tangling their pinkies together before nodding, with the most serious expression she said "okay...i won't, but you have to stop okay! My dad does it and he coughs a lot."

"Your dad huh..." Zeke stared into her eyes, "so you must be Historia."

"Mhm! Do you know my dad? He said some people will be visiting today and i should stay somewhere they can't see..."

"Hmm, well Historia " standing up, Zeke pushed his glasses back, "I'm Zeke, what do you say we become friends?"

Looking up at the tall boy with stars in her eyes, Historia enthusiastically noded, too happy to dwell on the fact that her first ever friend had offered her a smoke some minutes ago.

"That's the spirit, now" taking off his jacket, Zeke folded it before putting it aside on the fence, "what do you say we finish pulling these weeds so i can teach you a really fun game called catch."

That day, Zeke dragged dirt and mud into his mother's new car with his now ruined suit, Dina was too busy scolding him that she forgot the fact he never came back from the bathroom after leaving the room.

And after that, each year at Christmas and family gatherings, Zeke and Historia would see each other for a single day.

He slowly saw her confidence grow more and more, each time she held her head a little higher, smile more genuine than the fake polite one.

At age 15, She told him about her first girlfriend, he bought her alcohol with His ID and of course she was quick to refuse it and scold him, Zeke started worrying she's starting to resemble his mother more and more.

At 16, when her father found out and threatened to kick her out, Zeke was the person she first called even before Ymir, not wanting to worry her.

To his surprise was the fact she didn't shed a single tear as she packed her bags before getting in his car, not giving a single glance to her father staring with a horrified expression from the front gate.

No, she smiled instead as both of them went to grab some food.

He asked if she knows where she's staying, she said she knows some friends but still haven't asked anyone yet.

After arriving at his grandparents house, Dina was the first to pull her into a hug before saying how sorry she is and how she just ended a call with Riess after giving him a piece of his mind.

Zeke, knowing very well how his mother is like when she's angry, he smiled knowing the guy now definitely has a headache from all the yelling, his mother has great lungs after all.

Zeke was almost 26 at the time, and so he offered her his old room while he's away in college.

They definitely grew closer after that, although Zeke never mentioned a word to his friends neither did Historia tell anyone beside Ymir.

They just never mentioned their personal life while hanging out on the days Zeke came to visit from college.

His grandparents adored her and treated her like their granddaughter after his mother moved to another country, they even met Ymir a couple times.

Zeke never talked with Ymir but he met her on the times Historia brought her over at christmas, his grandparents were quick to praise her for landing such a beautiful girlfriend before side eyeing Zeke and asking if he will ever give bring someone home.

Zeke was there for her to see her actual sad side that she hid from everyone, both of them bonded over the burden they hold on their shoulders for having to be the "perfect reliable" person all the time.

She rarely cried, but whenever she did it was either with Zeke or Ymir.

While Zeke would vent to her about Grisha and how much the fear of turning like him is what prevents him from being in a commited relationship, while Historia listens to him before sharing her own experience with both her dad and mother and how both of them just abandoned her.

After that they just go out to get ice cream.

Fun fact, Historia can handle spicey food and like it's nothing, meanwhile Zeke will choke if he even smelled peppers.

At age 20, Historia moved with Ymir in an apartment after high school and Zeke moved back home to a house near his grandparents after finishing college and opening his own clinc.

She still sends them cards each Christmas and even visits at times, Zeke picks up each time she calls no matter what he's currently doing.

#talking🕯#Zeke🕯#Historia🕯#not a ship #they're more liking sibblings

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