#historia reiss smut

[mommypieck]

Ok so this might be a lot but misaka, sasha, Ymir, historia are having a sleepover but it just so happens that y/n is the special guest but she doesn’t know what she’s in for.

"so y/n, tell me, is there any boy you like?" sasha asks, plopping down next to you on the bed. she throws her hands around your neck and pokes you into your side, making you squeak. you laugh at her behavior, cuddling into her side.

"no, i am not really into boys." you say under your breath, looking down at your lap. ymir whistles, crawling closer to you.

"we got ourself another gay," she laughs, lightning up her cigarette, "you want one?" you politely decline her offer, playing with your sleeves.

"it this your first time having a sleepover?" historia asks you, sitting in front of you. you have always liked her smile, she's the type of person that makes everyone fall for her.

"you're my only friends here." you confess. it's true, they are the only people who were eager to talk to you in the new school. you see ymir give mikasa a look you're not able to understand, but you just hope they also see you as friends.

"of course. we really love you." says historia, shuffling closer to give you a big hug. you feel emotional, you never had such amazing friends like these girls. you still felt unsure about the tension lingering in the air.

"mind if i take this off?" historia asks, not waiting for an answer and pulling her pink crop top over her head. you can't help but to glance on her bra clad boobs, the bra too small for her boobs.

"she's beautiful right?" ymir startles you, giving you a smirk. you stutter, not sure what to say, but sasha breaks the tention.

"your boobs are so firm too, look at them." sasha says, grabbing your right tit in her hand.

"w-what are you doing?" you ask her wide eyed. you didn't expect her to touch you like that but you aren't against it. her touch on your boobs feels good.

"let me touch her too." historia pouts as she takes your other boob in her hand. she looks you straight in the eyes while doing so, hypnotizing you with her gaze. you shiver a bit when you notice ymir glaring at you from behind historia. you've always thought those two were dating.

"you're really pretty." you feel hot breath on your neck from behind and your eyes meet mikasa's. she quickly undoes her bra, throwing it on the ground.

"who the fuck wear bra to a sleepover." ymir exclaims, sitting legs spread in front of you.

"you for example. sports bras are out of fashion." says historia as she nips at your breast. you moan loudly at her gesture, petting her hair out of her face. sasha pinches your nipple between her fingers, loving the noises you make.

you feel sashas hand rub at your core over your pyjama pants.

"she's so damp already." sasha asserts. you yelp when ymir grabs the waistband of your pants, pulling them off of you. "fuck." she breathes when her gaze meets your wet core.

"what made you so wet?" mikasa mumbles against your neck. you try to answer but the way they are all touching you just makes you let out a moan. ymir's fingers scoop your wetness and she puts it in her mouth to taste it.

"she's as sweet as she looks." she says, smirking down at you.

"not fair, i wanna taste her too." historia whines, pressing her manicured fingers to your pussy to taste you too. she moans when she tastes your juices.

"i wanna eat her out." she giggles, getting in between your legs but is shoved beside by sasha.

"i introduced herself to all of y'all, im gonna eat her out first." sasha says, diving in between your thighs. you fall back against mikasa's chest as sasha eats you out. mikasa busies herself by playing with your nipple while ymir fingers your clit. historia sits next to you with her own hand in her underwear, biting her lip at the imagine in front of her. sasha's lips smack with each stroke of her tongue, clearly enjoying the taste.

"anyone else wants a taste?" she asks suddenly, making historia jump out of her place. she quickly replaces sasha in between her legs, diving into your pussy as it was her last meal.

"fuck, if i knew you would be so eager to eat pussy, i would have kept you." ymir says, making historia give her a middle finger. mikasa's finger finds your clit and she rubs it in slow circles. you feel so close to orgasm and you know that it's gonna take only few more swipes of historia's tongue before you cum.

"i told you guys, she was a fucking slut from the first glance." ymir chuckles, grabbing your jaw to kiss you on the lips. that's your last straw. you cum undone between the girls, your pussy squirting in process. your whole body shakes from over stimulation as you lay between mikasa's legs.

"she's so cute." sasha tsks, giving you a little kiss on the lips.

[heartz4levi]

slumber party ! ♡ - historia reiss.

☆ thinking abt bestfriend historia nsfw . . .

☆ historia reiss ,, afab fem reader . . modern au, dom historia uh oh, use of sex toys, scissoring, groping, brief mention of overstimulation.

historia, who is the kindest and bestest friend you could ask for - helps out with studying and homework, is generally nice and is breathtakingly stunning.

historia, who suggests that you should paint eachother's nails, do eachother's makeup and hold an improv fashion show before talking about the latest school drama and snacking on candy.

historia, who after being best friends for a long while, came up with the idea that a slumber party at her place would be so fun! her house is nice and her bed is huge, topped off with a bunch of cute squishmallows and fluffy blankets.

historia, who during watching the princess diaries decides to get a bit touchy. it's something you can brush off at first until she makes it obvious that behind that nice girl look is a total freak in the sheets.

historia, who after all of that girl time, thinks that it's time to watch a movie - ofcourse cuddles are going to be involved, and she'll be the little spoon.

historia, who coerces you into trying out her favourite toys for the rest of the night - movie? long forgotten about, especially with the way your moans echo throughout her bedroom as she presses her favourite pink vibrator to your clit.

historia, who is surprisingly more dominant than you would've thought when she shamelessly pulls the vibrator away to lather your slick over her own bare pussy before hoisting one of your legs atop her shoulders.

historia, who despite her sweet, high-pitched moans as she grinds her pussy into yours and vice versa, is groping and squeezing at your tits and nipples to her heart's content.

historia, who asks "we're still best friends, right?" when all of that is over and you're both left an overstimulated mess.

[arlerts-angel]

hi... would i be able to request some general nsfw headcanons for historia?? i loved your mikasa ones and would be so interested to hear your take on it 🥺💗 (if you feel inspired to ofc!!)

a/n: ahhh omg 🥹🩷 so glad you loved them!! i love these and i hope you enjoy them too! MWUAH 🤍 18+ MDNI

cw: historia reiss x fem!reader, nsfw headcanons, plushophilia, lots of masturbation talk

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 𝐇𝐈𝐒��𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

♡ — pillow princess

♡ — secrectly a goonette

♡ — prefers to be praised

♡ — easily overstimulated (loves it)

♡ — loves to hump pillows/plushies

♡ — prefers to have her 😻 clean shaven

♡ — loves to record herself masturbating

♡ — loves to roleplay (especially as a maid)

♡ — initially unsure about scissoring but has grown fond of it

♡— very vocal when she cums (like, squeaking and crying loud. obnoxiously sexy)

[yelenghs]

fem4fem mood today

imagine getting down with historis for the first time. you pinned her down, expecting to be the one in control. yet, she immediately gave you a look of disappointment that caught you off guard.

"what's wrong? not ready? i can wait as long as you need." you reassured her, but that wasn't what she needed. she sat in front of you, sitting on her knees.

"that's sweet of you to consider, but i'm more than ready. it's just.." she slowly crawled towards you, and you got the gyst. you played along with her and backed up until your body hit the headboard.

"..i prefer to be the one in control." she smirked down at you, her slim thighs straddling your thick ones. she thought you looked absolutely adorable under her, your demeanor reduced to nothing but a submissive pet for her.

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[d33pwithinmys0ul]

Technically, it's still Christmas where I am--so here's a present for myself and any WLW readers and moots, a fic that's been on my mind a bit. Sorry if it's formatted weird! Here's the ao3 link as well :)

Go On, Take Everything

Mean Girl Historia Reiss x Nerdy Female Reader, Jennifer's Body inspired AU one shot

nsfw 18+ only, wc: 3.7k, ch 2/2

Ch. 1

People usually found it hard to believe that a babe like Historia would associate with a dork like you. It was a long and rocky friendship that you realized haunted you completely. She called it sandbox love. 

Your moms had exchanged numbers as soon as you met Hisu at the park—playing princesses and knights, and taking turns rescuing each other. You were inseparable. Looking back though, Hisu always seemed to delight in stalling, and you never got your happy endings before it was time to go home. 

By high school, the pieces fell into place. Historia became cheer captain and looked like a model. She had the world at her fingertips. It came naturally to her, and maybe you burned a little green, but so what? Hisu loved you.

You were always close, holding hands or playing with each other’s hair. She’d always remove your glasses when you’d fall asleep at her place—treating them so gently, wrapping you in a blanket, and sometimes you’d pretend to sleep, just so she would. You couldn’t understand why. 

....

You timed your edible to hit when arriving at Sasha’s door. 

It’s not like you weren’t excited to see her—but this was your first Christmas in your hometown in years. You needed it. 

You managed through the hellos and teary hugs, and you felt more at ease than you expected. The drive from the airport was dreary and foreboding, lifeless grass covered in thick fog and towering trees. 

You were close, but not too close with Sasha. She had always had a better head on her shoulders than you did. She and Niccolo were engaged now, finished undergrad, and had their own home. You were in awe of them both. 

You didn’t expect their invitation at all, to stay with them for winter break, and come to their Christmas Eve party. 

They knew you were still avoiding your family, so you had no business coming back to Trost. Yet, something in their pleading, and the nostalgia in the back of your mind, convinced you to take the flight. It was also really nice, being wanted, and that she was trying to get closer to you. 

“Anyone you’re hoping to see while you’re here?” Sasha asked, as you all lounged in the living room. Their decor was cozy and colorful. 

“It’s your guest list, so I don’t think it matters,” you laughed nervously, trying to release the tension in your shoulders. 

“Well, you may not have anything to worry about.” Niccolo shrugged as he entered with two mugs of cocoa. “Some people dropped out last minute. They think it’s bad luck to come back.”

You shivered. Could you blame them?

....

One Christmas in high school, you’d smoked half a bag of weed with Historia before your mom came to pick you up. Hisu washed your hair in her sink to get rid of the smell, and it was one of your favorite memories together. You were overwhelmed by the love your best friend had for you, how gentle she was massaging your scalp, then dutifully going through her wardrobe to help you find clothes that didn’t stink. She dried your hair and brushed it, saying you looked pretty under all the dorkiness. Something about it brought you closer.

Being with Hisu made you happy. 

Sure, sometimes she’d tell you not to wear certain things, for your own good. Shit that didn’t compliment your skin tone or your body type, shit that would make your boobs look weird. She was doing you a favor. Maybe you weren’t the brightest.

Sometimes you’d stay up late together, huddled and hotboxing under your comforter, whispering about drama and heartbreak. 

“Boys are just placeholders, y/n. They come and they go.” Historia had taken a long hit and exhaled the smoke under the blanket clouding the little space. She raised the blunt to your lips. “Here, be careful with the ash.”

You hadn’t thought much of the jump in your chest when she’d hold the blunt to your mouth for you, every time you wanted a hit. She was so close. You could taste her lip gloss, and you couldn’t meet her eyes.

You tried not to blame yourself when you lost her. 

When a series of mysterious, violent deaths occurred in Trost, your family became anxious for your safety. It was irrational, since the victims were always teenage boys. Marco, Bert, Thomas, and probably more… 

The grief was uncanny—people you knew, but didn’t know, people you grew up with, but never spoke to. The bodies were disfigured beyond recognition, eaten and torn apart by some wild animal, the police said. 

Hisu was weird about it, she didn’t seem to care. Somehow, she looked extra stunning those days, lively and playful. How could you ruin her fun by telling her to be sad? You supposed it wasn’t strange for her to be so self absorbed, but there was something especially weird in the air back then. 

It didn’t take long for your family to pack up and leave. You were given no warning. Hisu screamed and threw shit at you when you stopped by her house for the last time. Her agony seemed almost superhuman. 

You were blocked soon after, and that was it. 

You never heard from or saw Historia again. It killed you. You wanted your best friend back. You were empty without her for a long time, and even when you did move on, things were never the same. 

You never forgave your parents for uprooting your life right before you graduated, but you couldn’t do a damn thing. 

....

You’ve always wondered if things would have been different if you stayed, but you tried not to linger. That would be a little hard tonight, knowing there was even the smallest chance that she’d be here. 

You take another long sip from your drink, and you nearly choke. It tasted like straight liquor. Sasha had an extra heavy hand tonight. 

She and Niccolo had a bar in their basement. There was a disco ball reflecting sparkling light across the dim room, a few pool tables, blaring music, and paper snowflakes. People filtered in, greeting Sasha and Niccolo before dispersing to their old friends. 

You nursed your drink in an empty seat at the bar, crossfaded from another edible, and wondered why you even came.

Familiar faces surrounded you, telling drunken stories and playing games, chattering and exchanging gifts. 

You tried not to feel lonely, but what did you expect? All you really had was Hisu when you lived here. Maybe loneliness was inevitable. 

You knocked back another shot to quell your bubbling shame and embarrassment. 

“Sasha,” you finally catch her as she jumps behind the bar counter for a snack. “Hey, did you need any help?” 

“Nope! I’ve got all I need, do you want another drink?” She was chipper and flushed from the alcohol. 

“I’m okay, thanks,” you smile weakly, and Sasha turns away to greet another friend. She was screaming excitedly while you stared at the bottom of your glass, watching the liquid warp the ice and the colorful light.

You knew she was just being a good host, floating around and taking care of everyone, but it took everything in you not to retreat to your guest room for the rest of the night.  

You hadn’t noticed Hisu until she was leaning toward you on the counter, her golden blonde hair perfectly tucked behind her ears, tumbling down her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore a half zipped tracksuit and a low cut tank top. Her eyes had bags under them, and she didn’t wear any makeup. She looked exhausted. 

Most might think this affected her beauty, but Hisu was always stunning. It was like time stopped, and you were sixteen again.

....

Ch. 2

You were relieved when the party finally ended.

As soon as the first person left the basement and said their goodbyes, you excused yourself to your room, and locked yourself inside. Your stomach tossed and turned, and you paced the room, still crossed. 

You took a hot shower to clear your thoughts, but the strange aching in your chest was relentless as you stood under the water. You tried to picture your emotions swirling down the drain.

You had awkwardly suffered through Hisu’s prying questions— about your life, your major, your interests. Her responses seemed deadpan and unimpressed. You tried to distance yourself as much as you could. Seeing her pouty lips and unsettling gaze made you dizzy. You couldn’t help but feel like she was mocking you, and dissecting your every move like you were prey.

You guess you got what you wanted. It just went so poorly. You had downed a couple shots as soon as she left. Thank god she didn’t stay long. 

Nobody there would’ve been able to guess that you and that girl had grown up together, baked pies at midnight, or shared beds. 

None of those things matter. You needed to snap out of it. That was years ago, things can change. 

You had an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Something like an inescapable dread.

You changed into pajama shorts and a cropped tee. You pulled on some long socks to keep you warm and switched off the lights. Sasha’s comforter was huge and plush, and you were ready to leave your worry behind in favor of sweet sleep.

You were drifting off when you suddenly felt something at your back. 

“Hi.”

You jumped as the thing seemed to grab your waist, and you rolled out of the bed. Terrified, you scream and flip the light back on, nearly stumbling over your own feet before you stand.

“God, enough with the screaming—” 

“Get–out!” 

“Y/n, you’re such a cliche—”

“What the fuck?” You shriek and throw a pillow at her.

Historia rolls her eyes. She was settled comfortably under the covers, and beautiful as ever. She was glowing compared to when you saw her just hours before.

“We always share your bed when we have slumber parties,” she whined, eyebrows pinched together. 

You stared at her in shock. How could she do this, after all these years? Did she break in, was she here all night? 

“Please? Just like old times..” She walked on her knees to the edge of the bed, her face now level with yours. It took only a brief glance to assess that other than the thin band shirt she’d stolen from your suitcase, she was only in her panties.

“I’m not gonna bite you,” she teased as she slowly removed your glasses and set them on the nightstand. 

Hisu’s face inched closer to yours. You take in the depths of her blue eyes, the thick frame of lashes around them, her parted lips and cautious breaths as she watches you stare back at her. 

She cradled your chin under her index finger, and used her thumb to rub your bottom lip in gentle circles. You were utterly mesmerized as you watched her. Her simple touch made you feel electric.

Historia leans in close and she kisses you. It’s slow, and probing, as if she was holding herself back. You’re completely frozen as you take it in, afraid that even the slightest movement would ruin the moment. Hisu puts her hand on the back of your head and urges you closer, kissing you deeper. She runs her tongue along the opening of your lips while she uses both hands to cup your breasts, running down your stomach and pulling you closer by your hips. She tastes so good, a soft moan escapes you before you can stop yourself.

Historia lays back on the mattress, and you follow her—of course. 

You lay on top of her, kissing her, holding her pretty face in your hands. She wraps her legs around you, and her kisses become rougher, more urgent. 

You were drunk from her touch. Her thighs are so smooth and soft, and you feel warmth grow in between your legs at the thought of pleasing her.

You tried hard to keep quiet, the room was silent save the gentle suction of your mouths and the creaking of the bed. Historia’s moans were breathy and low, and her hands were light at your waist, eventually lowering to your ass, squeezing your round flesh.

You sigh against her mouth, and you can’t help yourself, gently prodding your tongue against hers. You can’t stop. You taste her over and over, and she feels so fragile when she presses her body against yours. Her lips are plush, and she smells like vanilla. 

Historia sinks her teeth into your neck, sucking and biting you, leaving a love mark wherever she could. 

She was fucking perfect, you always despised it. Maybe you just wanted her all to yourself all along. 

Historia pulls away and sits up. She crawls into your lap, with a big, pretty smile. You liked looking up at her. She makes a little show of taking off her shirt. 

“Don’t you think I’m hot, y/n?” She’s biting her lips as she pushes her perky tits together for you, watching you blush and squirm. 

“Yes,” you mumble, hands at her waist and watching dumbfounded. You duck your head against her neck, kissing the base of her throat. 

“I always thought you were a virgin,” Historia laughed cruelly. She caresses your cheek, leaning closer while straddling your hips. “With girls, at least. You always had this dumb look on your face when I changed.”

“Fuck off,” you groan, eyelids fluttering. You were so hungry for her. Your lips tingle when she kisses you again, urgently. She had slipped her hands under your shirt. God, she was awful. 

“I bet you’ve had crazy wet dreams about me.” She smiles against your mouth. She was groping your tits and grinding in your lap. You were so wet and dizzy from her kiss. You look up at her, taking in her pretty figure and flushed face. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathe. 

You cupped her breasts in your hands and gave her pink nipples tender kisses. 

“Oh,” Hisu’s breath catches. “Fuck…”

You take her nipple into your mouth, licking and sucking it softly. You adore her perfect tits, squeezing them gently and cupping them in your hands, alternating your mouth and hands to ensure maximum pleasure. She whines as you flick your tongue over her little nubs.

You reach between her legs and pet her smooth pussy through her barely-there, lacy panties, tracing a slow line up and down, then in circles. Historia grinds against you, her breathing was shallow and her sounds drove you crazy. You knew her facade was coming undone.

”Fuck,” she pants and pushes you over, your back onto the bed. She pulls off your shorts and tosses them away. You lean on your elbows, breathless, and watch her position herself between your legs. 

“Of course you’d wear these,” she rolls her eyes at your plain cotton panties. You want to protest, but she rubs your little nub through the fabric and you stop yourself. She leaves butterfly kisses on your soft mound and licks your inner thigh, giggling at your reaction. 

“You’re so pathetic.” Historia yanks your panties down. She takes your thighs in both hands, squeezing them and spreading them to reveal your pretty pussy. She spreads you open and spits on it. “I bet you haven’t been touched like this before, you fucking loser.”

She swats your cunt and you yelp, trying to scoot away. She holds you firmly in place and swats it again, before kissing it lightly. You moan at the sensation, and Historia repeats the ritual until you’re soaking wet. 

 She’s so nice to you when she wants to be.

You whine as her breath fans out against you. She licks you so slow, as she takes in your scent, savoring it. She laps at your clit and the sensation overwhelms you.

She buries her face between your thighs, touching herself as she tastes you. She did it for herself more than you, and she wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied. Hisu planted her mouth on your cunt and lapped at your sensitive parts, sucking and worshipping every inch of you with steady determination. She loved tasting your cum.

“Oh, fuck!~” You twitch when Hisu darts her tongue into your pussy. She flickers it in and out, and your hips buck. She holds your legs apart with impossible strength, moaning. Her angelic face in between your legs, her warm tongue on your clit, it all made your legs shake. Her eyes were low and seductive while licking and devouring your cunt.

“Hisu, please,” you whine.

“What do you want?” She said, small strings of spit and cum connecting to the corner of her mouth as she pulled away. She stuck out her tongue and used the flat part against your kitty.

“Um.. fuck.. Hisu..” 

You were in awe to have her in bed with you, naked, flushed, and wet. 

She crawled onto your lap again, resting her arms at your shoulders. She took your nipples into her mouth, then used her fingers to spread all her drool and your cum onto your skin. She brought her chest close to yours, and rubbed your nipples against hers. She leaned in for a kiss.

You could barely breathe as Historia rubbed against you, mouth wet and eager, her hands squeezing your chest. Your nipples were so tender as they squished against Hisu’s perfect tits, the spit heightening the sensation.

You reach between her legs, petting her through her panties, feeling the wet fabric cling to her cunt. You push them aside, and tease her with the tip of your finger. She shivers. 

Hisu pulls away to take off her panties, then straddles your legs again, hovering her kitty above yours. She’s touching herself, and her eyes flicker to you. 

“Do it with me?” She says, pouting and aroused, while her fingers trace perfect circles on her puffy clit. 

She spread her pussy with two fingers, cum oozing from her little hole, and your mouth waters. 

You spread your legs and rub your pussy for Historia, and her eyes are glazed and hungry. She licks and sucks her fingers before plunging them into herself, moaning obscenely. You liked watching her, seeing her pretty lips cling to her fingers, her cute little clit peeking out from between, teasing you. You were drooling. 

Hisu finally lowers herself, her wet pussy above yours. You moan at the sight of your clits connecting and rubbing together.

“Oh, y/n..” Historia whispers, moving her hips, achingly slow. “Oh my god..” 

She was so slick against you, and your cunt throbs at the sweet sensation, a whine escaping your throat. Your body was pulsing with pleasure. 

Historia grips your waist, grinding against you selfishly. Slick cum dribbled down your pussy as your best friend rode you, mewling and rocking back and forth. She was fucking perfect, you felt so good. You grip her waist and press yourself against her. 

You were hypnotized by the obscene sound of your cunts rubbing together, and Historia’s filthy encouragement. It was heaven, staying in the moment for so long, being spoiled by her gentle touch, her quivering legs. You gripped her ass while she rode you.

 “So needy… Did you miss me?” Her voice is so taunting and mean, and your hips buck again. “Don’t you love kissing pussies with your best friend?”

You can’t tear your eyes from her pretty tits, bouncing with each movement. There was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, some strands of her hair sticking to her saliva-coated lips. 

“You’re my best friend, aren’t you, y/n? Isn’t this just what girls do?”

“Yes, Hisu.. Yes please..” Your humping turns from slow and teasing to frantic and rough. You were so overwhelmed by all the sensations, but each time you came, Historia pinned you down and rode every orgasm with her clit pressed against yours. 

Historia’s hands are cold at your neck, she runs her thumbs over your breasts and leans in to kiss you again. Her lips are soft and wet, she kisses you sloppily, leaving saliva all over your mouth. She keeps grinding her perfect clit against yours, whispering insults in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Hisu disconnected her legs from yours, panting. She turned to the nightstand and grabbed your glasses.

“Come here.” She put your glasses on your face and kissed your forehead. “It’s my turn.”

 She bends over, ass in the air. It’s round and perfect, and she spreads it apart with both hands. Her cunt is still dripping wet. 

You get on your knees and eagerly lap up Hisu’s cum. She shoves your head further into her ass, moaning at the feeling of your tongue inside her, your hands gripping her round flesh. Your glasses fog up, but you don’t stop.

....

When you woke the next morning, the sheets were soaked, and you were sweaty and naked. You slept in after spending all night with Hisu, playing with each other and making out til the sun rose. All the lost time nearly faded away, but you supposed you didn’t do much talking. 

Historia was nowhere to be found, but the basement window was slightly open. You shut it with a soft creak. That must have been how she got in last night.

She had left a note on the nightstand with her new phone number. You might call—well, it was foolish to think that you wouldn’t. 

You dressed, observing the hickeys all over your stomach, trailing from your neck down to your navel. They were red and purple, you didn’t think Hisu was being that rough. 

You shrugged and ascended the basement stairs, heading to the kitchen. Your stomach was turning the way it did last night.

There was a soft hum of noise, with yellow caution tape zigzagging the entire space. There were cops and crime scene investigators giving you strange looks as you awkwardly stepped around their work. 

“Sasha?” You approached her, teary eyed on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her. You were scared to ask. Could it—no, that was impossible. Your knees felt weak. 

“Hey. Sorry, we should’ve woken you, it’s just–been so much..” Her eyes were distant and red. She sniffled, speaking barely above a whisper. “It’s Niccolo… They found his body outside. Just like high school.”

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

how would the girls feel about their so participating in no nut november

no nut november, according to your aot girlfriend!

18+ | MDNI | NSFW

(pretty tame but still, also ymir & historia are vague but written with female readers in mind, no i won’t change it and no i won’t apologize.)

mikasa thinks you’re idiotic for wanting to do something like this. not that she thinks you don’t have any self control, more or less she knows you don’t want to have any. she’s pretty blunt about the whole thing, telling you you’re going to fail. she puts money on it.

sasha mainly knows about nnn because of connie and his incessant blabbing. she wants you to ‘win.’ but per her rules, that rules out any act of sex. she can’t possibly be the reason you lose! its the ultimate mind game. you bust a nut or you don’t get close at all, there’s no in between.

annie, like mikasa, bets against you. she berates you and laughs at the idea but ultimately encourages you just so she can prove you wrong. there’s no way you’ll last the month. she’s just waiting to catch you slacking so she can shove it in your face.

historia’s got the wrong idea but she’s got the right spirit. she wants you to, like, ‘better’ yourself and practice self discipline but you can’t expect her to keep her hands to herself. she encourages you verbally about lasting the month but her actions are a direct contradiction. she’s a sweet teaser, nothing extreme, just enough to make your mind wander.

ymir takes it as a personal challenge when you announce your participation in nnn. it’s the ultimate opportunity for her, to get you off as many times as she can. she’s a wonderful girlfriend, always respecting you when you say no to her advances. but that never stops her from teasing you.

hange surprisingly has never heard of the challenge but she encourages you to take part in it if you want. she’s curious too, about how long you’ll last and what will make you cave in. she decides to join in on your challenge, determined to beat you even if she isn’t entirely clear on the rules.

pieck giggles at you and pokes fun at the ridiculous idea. she doesn’t believe in you, whatsoever. she doesn’t even have to worry about purposefully trying to make you lose, she knows your willpower is weak when it comes to her. so, she enjoys the ride and waits for you to beg her to help you out.

[zeroxxlhero]

Mean Girl Headcannons

Warnings: Caste AU, modern universe, loosely based off of Mean Girls, reader is tall, enemies to enemies with benefits, mentions of sex, underage drinking, rich! bitch! Historia, delinquent! Reader, use of marijuana

Pairings: Historia Reiss x You

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan)

Mean girl Headcannons would include:

Historia immediately disliked you from the start. Because what do you mean this 6’4 tall bastard called Hitch a bitch to her face and walked off like she didn’t know who the fuck she was?

She could never catch you alone because you’re always suspended from fighting or skipping class so whenever you do come to school, she makes it her mission to make your time here complete shit.

Tries, miserably, and somehow ends up embarrassed but strangely turned on because she’s never had someone put their foot down and tell her off.

You two argue all the time. Every. Single. Day. Like, as soon as she sees your face, she goes to insulting you and you’re quick with the same treatment, not caring who her or her family was. The teachers have to pause the lesson and get you two calmed down, which takes at least 30 minutes. Mr. Ackerman has to put you in a separate class each day because he doesn’t want to hear any of it.

LOVES flaunting her body off to you because she knows you want her despite how much you say you don’t. Relishes the way you squirm and get embarrassed when you try to hide a boner because her skirt is too short or her tits were spilling from her shirt.

HATES when you flirt with girls. She absolutely loathes it. Because you were going to be hers and she would make sure it stays that way. Bullies the girls you’re talking to and sometimes even threaten them with blackmail.

Whenever you do get embarrassed by whatever she said, she makes it her mission to show everyone and turn you into the school’s laughing stock. You get pissed and end up fighting some random guy that tried picking on you, only getting yourself suspended.

A weirdo that somehow knows where you live. Also, know what type of snacks and clothes you like. Also pays close attention to your interests and hobbies. If you see anything that you like but if you can’t get it, don’t worry, she’ll get it for you. Tries to be lowkey about it but you don’t know anyone else that would willingly spend money on stuff like that. Plus, there was only one person you knew who had the luxury of doing so.

Subtly invites you to parties. She’ll get someone that knows someone to invite you and sometimes you come, sometimes you don’t. When you do, you’re drowning yourself in shots and more liquor than you can handle. And when that happens, you always end up in one of the Reiss guest bedrooms.

Hates people pointing out that she likes you. Will yell and scream on behalf of her defense but will tell them to “shut the fuck up” most of the time. Only tolerates it from her close friends. Anyone else and she’s having the whole school on their ass.

The only time you two can relax around each other is when you smoke a blunt or two together. Either it’s in complete silence or you’re mouthing off to each other. All the teachers know you two smoke marijuana but they don’t say anything for the sake of keeping their jobs.

NSFW:

God forbids if you ever do snap and decide to pounce on the blonde out of frustration.

She’s nowhere near ready because you’re so much taller than her and your cock was definitely too big, so she’s intimidated. Can really only take up to 4 inches, maybe 5 but you’re around 6

Tries to be a brat about who’s on top but ends up with her face down into the pillow and her ass up, whining because you’re stretching her out and it hurts so good.

Refuses to do anal anymore because she wasn’t prepared and got absolutely wrecked, barely able to sit down even despite you being gentle and careful

Purposely riles you up to have you slam her against the wall and fuck her until she gets her shit together. Always apologizes during it but never truly meaning it, no matter how sorry she sounds.

Brags about how good she’s able to suck dick but she’s always choking on yours. Can barely get in half before she’s gagging and has tears running down her eyes, her throat raw and aching when you finally finish. People always ask why her voice is so choppy the next day…

Loves having her ass slapped, being choked, being manhandled, and being degraded—the whole nine yards.

But praising is another story. Call her pretty, tell her how good she feels, call her the most amazing woman in the world, kiss her while you’re fucking her, make it known how good she was making you feel—and the girl will literally melt and have her feeling like she’s on cloud 9.

Definitely a squirter. Embarrassed about it because she’s never done it with anyone but you. Doesn’t happen every time but it’s frequently.

Could care less where you cum, rather it be in her, on her ass, her tits, or her face, she doesn’t care. She loves it either way. And if something was to happen, she could just throw money at it to get rid of the problem.

Tie her down and put a vibrator to her clit on the stronger settings and watch how her behavior takes a complete 180. Won’t be giving you any more attitude for the rest of the night.

In the rarer moments, she enjoys softer sex, wanting the comfort of knowing that she mattered to someone and not everything in her life had to be intense for her to enjoy it.

Kinks: Bondage, Impact Play, Asphyxiation, Masochism, DIY porn, Public Sex, Humiliation, Overstimulation

Overall, Historia is a little shit and likes to annoy you while being a submissive bottom.

[fyodor-s-rat]

Attack on Titan - are they top, bottom, switch?

ft.: Levi, Erwin, Eren, Armin, Jean, Ymir, Christa, Hange

tw: nsfw

a/n: just wanted to say that i'm an absolute slut for Ymir and Christa so i had to include them as well 😭

Levi

this man is a top

he likes to have things under control

he needs to know exactly what's happening

and he just loves the sight of you being under him

he loves holding your hands above your head

he loves how much control he has over you (not in a toxic way)

he also despises any kind of mess, so being the dominant one allows him to have some control over this, if you get what i mean

Erwin

this is literally the most obvious top here

like Levi, he needs to have things under control (he's just a bit more extreme)

he's overly very dominant

so him being on top of you, setting his own pace, is nothing unexpected

Eren

another top

do i need to explain this one? (i will)

i see him as very controlling

trying to prove you how strong and dominant he is

boy can be toxic

he just loves looking at you from behind while mercilessly thrusting into you

Armin

perfect switch with a preference for bottom

i can't really see Armin as a top

however, he makes exceptions

but he enjoys when someone else is in control

mostly because he's very shy

it's so cute tho <3

Jean

i'd say a top

he's very confident at what he's doing

if you want to top him, he'll let you, but he still enjoys being the dominant one most of the time

he loves when you scream his name

will not stop till he's fully satisfied at what he's doing

Ymir

top <3

my girl tries to please you as much as she can

she seems very confident, but i think she is secretly kinda insecure that she won't satisfy you enough

is very sarcastic, maybe slightly being rude to you (in a playful way)

"didn't know you were this loud, huh."

"are you trying to keep quiet? no, not happening. i enjoy your moans so much, sweetheart."

Christa

i see her as a switch honestly

yes, she might seem sweet and innocent, but she's also very strong-willed and certain of what she's doing

she wants to be equal to her partner

so do not under-estimate her by her looks

she's very gentle tho

Hange

switch, switch, switch 🙏

everything about her screams switch

she enjoys changing positions during sex a lot

in one moment, you're on top of her, but before you know it, you're laying under her, allowing her to have all control over your body

[sour-lemons-sweet-candy]

Reiner Braun x reader fic! 4.1k

Orriginaly posted on Ao3. Contains +18 themes No minors!

You've gone through your entire life without a soulmate. And when you finally find him, you discover that he is utterly infatuated with someone else. Will you end up with him? Or have to find yourself a little distraction of your own?

Oh, fuck, fuck you’re late. You've never been late before. Not to this particular class anyway, you’re not about to start now.

The campus whips past you almost imperceptibly, the scalding drink biting at your palms long forgotten. Its painful sensation drowned out by panic. It’s your first day of lecture and you’re fucking late. Frost nips at your heels as you practically hurl yourself down the flight of stairs before you. One-track mind taking over. You barely notice the man that’s coming right at you -rather you at him.

You only notice his presence when you’re thrown off your feet. Hurtling towards the steps behind you. Silently you brace yourself for impact, accepting defeat. Then you stop, descent slowed and redirected in the opposite direction. Strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you upright. Face first into a very broad chest. His warmth buzzing in your bones.

You feel it cave in a gentle "oof". Steady hands move to grip your shoulders.

"You alright?" The honeyed voice questions.

You pull back to look at him, having to crane a considerable amount to see him. Instantly being met with a pair of shimmering amber eyes. It’s really all you can see of him, a dark scarf obscuring the bottom half of his face, heavy beanie doing the same for the top, save for a couple stray locks of gold plastered against his forehead.

"Yeah I'm... I'm fine, thank you." You manage, heavy breaths clouding the otherwise clear air.

You can’t see his mouth but from the way his eyes crinkled you'd have to guess he’s smiling. "Good."

Then silence, the pair just stare at one another unsure of what to say next. Really what is there to say? You ran into him, he saved you. That should be it right? Of course, you're the first to look away, embarrassment flushing your skin. Though he can’t tell if the blush is because of him or the crisp air that is threatening to discolor his own complexion.

"Thank y-" you try again, only to be cut off by a warm chuckle.

"Please, you really don’t have to thank me. It’s honestly my fault as well. I’m just glad you're okay."

A warm smile tugs at your lips once more. Letting out a small "Well... I gotta go."

With an awkward pat and a hearty chuckle, he’s gone. Once more hastily trekking up the stairs. Gripping the paper cup in your hand a little more securely you start down the stairs once more, this time a little more cautious of the slick snow. Something feels off though, something that can’t help but cause your head to swivel around. Eyes chasing after the broad stranger. Then you catch it, at first just a weak glint but it grows stronger and solid. A small red string stretches toward the man. Tracking all the way back to your hand. A ghost of red illuminates your left ring finger.

"Well... that’s new." You mutter, stopping to examine the small knot tied into your skin.

As you get closer to the classroom- more importantly farther from him- the tugging in your heart grows taught. Certainly not something you wanna get used to.

♡

The word that always falls from everyone’s lips, the one that permeates the air and guides people’s fates together "soulmate". The concept of two hearts, two souls being bound together. Guided by an invisible string.

That concept has been lost to you for many years. You see, you were born without a soulmate. You’ve never known what that crimson string looks like, neither had you the ache in your chest... the longing to find the one you are meant to be with. Your true love forever a mystery. Which begs the question that permanently stormed through your mind " Do I even have one?"

Growing up you watched people find and fall in love with their soulmates. Some from the early age of grade school all the way into college. Observing others have what you never could seldom sat right with you. Now you sit in class, unable to get the thought out of your head as you pinch yourself. Each time the yarn never falters, only growing stronger by the minute. Who was that guy? You wonder if now he’s feeling the same as you. The longing for a stranger

♡

His breath falls in short bursts. Over and over till it’s able to reach a normal pace. He feels like his lungs have been chained down. Chest tighter than just a moment ago. Reiner all but throws his jacket. Not caring where it lands, he just needs to get it off. Collapsing into the cushions of a nearby couch he’s finally able to breathe.

Something is bothering him, an itch he just can’t scratch. Maybe it’s the way his clothes cling to sweat soaked skin, or it's the sudden pull he feels on his heart.

Something he has never felt before but heard others speak of. As if there was a rope around it, trying to yank it from his chest. To give it to who it truly belongs. That wouldn't make a lick of sense, though. Reiner has never had a soulmate before. One of the unfortunate ones. Despite others’ concerns he thinks himself in a sense, lucky. How can someone allow themselves to be tied down like that? Do exhilarating life experiences brought on by the experiences of others mean nothing?

Just as he starts to settle back into the cushions, his weight sucks him in. The peace doesn’t last long though. Much to his personal dismay.

"Damn Rei, what happened to you? You look like a before picture " a crass voice sounds, immediately getting on the bigger man’s nerves.

He can’t help the deep groan that rises in his throat. The way his jaw flexes and muscles tense. Reiners already having a shitty day and this fucker is literally only on this earth to make everything harder.

"Oh, fuck off Pock," he spits back without any real bite. "you’re the perfect example of how nature experiments with mistakes."

The smaller man sucks his teeth at the name. "I told you to stop calling me that. "

Reiner lifts the arm previously slung over his eyes, peering over at the steaming dirty headed blond. A beat of silence rolls through the two men, finally breaking when the smaller puffs out an airy chuckle. "Whatever."

And as Porco always does he gets all up in Reiners face. He can only pretend to be bitter with the guy for about 10 seconds before giving in. For all his bitching and moaning Reiner really does love Porco. They may have had a tough time getting along as children, but things have changed - kinda.

The dirty headed blond shoves at Reiner’s feet, scooting them so he can settle into the cushions with an involuntary sigh.

Reiner gruffs something suspiciously close to "old fucker." Effectively killing any tension with a self-assured smirk.

"What’s eating you?"

"Honestly man, I don’t even wanna start." The blond grumbles. Replacing the arm over his face once more. Nosing into the crook of his elbow.

Porco offers a small nudge. "There isn’t any trouble in paradise is there?"

"No, no nothing like that." He pauses, recollecting his thoughts. "It’s just some stupid scholarship stuff you know?"

A hum of understanding.

"I mean, you've seen how I’ve performed lately."

A snort, followed by an airy. "Yeah man this season is totally kicking your ass. "

Reiner goes on, pretending to ignore the obvious statement. "I’m only here on a football scholarship, so you know. If I don’t start doing better, I’m out."

That's not all that creeping around in his brain though. So, he continues, throwing his free arm up as if to drive home the point.

"And then on top of all of that I almost fucking knocked over some poor person just trying get to their class."

Pock lets out a little giggle, earning him a slightly too harsh blow to the thigh.

"Dude it’s so not funny I felt so fucking bad" he can’t help but chuckle a little. An image of your flustered face flashing through his brain.

Why is he thinking that? He has a-

"I’m sure they're fine." Pock massages his thigh, wincing at the sore spot already blooming. As per usual, he starts to spout the same bullshit Reiner has had to listen to countless times.

Reiner easily tunes him out. He feels a little bad about it but right now something else is taking over his mind. Something- someone- he really shouldn’t be thinking of.

He knew who you were -knows of you at least- you are semi popular around campus, particularly well regarded for your cheerful attitude and kindness. Reiner of course mainly knows of you from his friends, never met you before today. Practically feels like he already knows you do well from how much they all yap about you. It’s sweet really.

That reminds him, he’s been meaning to meet the "gang" as you like to say. Reiner really hasn’t had any reason too though. Well, besides the fiery blond that he holds rather fondly that insists he does.

Reiner remains lost in thought for who knows how long. Tumbling into the chasm of his mind. One he hasn't found a way to fully escape from.

Peeling back his arm he chances a glance. peeking over at the man still babbling on. Then settles for the fact that if he’s to get rest he will need to move somewhere else. Halfway through pushing himself back up he freezes. Eyes targeted towards his ring finger, bewilderment dancing behind them. The digit is knotted with a thin red string, almost translucent. His eyes flutter open and shut a few times, each consecutive set revealing an ever-darkening thread. Reiner waves his hand a little, hoping to shake the illusion.

"What?" Pock peeks around, catching the blonds gaze.

"What? Oh, nothing." He glances back once more, blond hair swaying as his head shakes. As if to clear the illusion from memory. "Sorry, m' just tired"

He sells the point with a very convincing yawn, eyes screwed tight, tears pricking his waterline and all. The brunette gets the hint rather quickly. Rising from the sofa with an "alright, well just take care of yourself man." Leaving a small depression in the cushions Before disappearing around a corner.

Once in the safety of his own dorm, Reiner becomes transfixed with the crimson thread. Unable to tear his eyes from it, like it will disappear, or all become a lost dream. He’s never seen one, just settled for not believing in all the soulmate bullshit- well not so bullshit now. He can’t help but wonder who’s on the other side? He has not the slightest idea, just a simple hope.

More importantly Reiner is a taken man. Has been for the past 3 years, to a beautiful little blond named Historia. Whom he regards as "the woman of his dreams" but clearly this stupid ache in his chest says otherwise.

Trying to clear his ever-battling thoughts, Reiner makes his way to the sink. Shock settling into his skin with each splash of icy water. Eyes screwed shut as droplets race down his chin. Dabbing his face dry he stares in his reflection. Taking the deep purple below his eyelids. A stark contrast against his pale skin. His ears prickle at a telltale chirp, pulling his eyes to a small blue screen illuminating in tune. A single notification flashing across it:

Tori

I’m ready to be picked up <3

♡

"Who do you think it is?"

"I have no idea." You chuckle incredulously. Hands waving around to emphasize the point.

The small inky haired woman before you seems more excited about your so-called soulmate revelation than you are. Even going as far as to call up your group and summon them for a "Squad meeting."

Now you sit, fingers picking at the rug on your dorm room floor, surrounded by four others staring starry-eyed and curious.

"How can you not know?" A blond boy asks, crowding into your space.

"I just don’t, I can't think of anyone who cou-"

Despite the frustration in your voice, it still hits you. Freezing your muscles in place. you take a moment to wrack your brain, trying to remember the man from the steps. "Who on campus is tall and blond?"

"Hmm Smith is pretty tall; he’s really fucking obnoxious though." Ymir pipes up, arm wrapped around a smaller blond woman tugging her close just to tease: "You would know all about that wouldn’t you Historia." She laughs, relishing the smaller woman’s pouty lips.

You try to picture Erwin Smith; you've seen him around campus with his goon squad. Chasing after any cheerleader or frat girl he can get his hands on. "No, definitely not him, his eyes aren’t right. Too wide and too blue"

"Plus, have you seen those eyebrows?" Ymir pipes up once more, pulling a laugh from the crowd.

"Zacharias?"

"No, too shaggy "

"Thomas?"

"Captain Sideburns? No." The "o" drawls out slightly, solidifying your point.

" Professor Jaeger?"

"Eww no, gross."

You all cycle through a couple more names, never quite landing on the correct one. Some of them are downright ridiculous suggestions while you consider others. All followed with fits of giggles and a few lobs to some unlucky shoulders.

Your train of thought gets derailed by a soft knocking. The room keeps its energy continuing as you peel away from the floor meandering over to answer the door.

Swinging it open your heart practically stops. Glittering amber eyes fall on you, widening instantaneously. Fuck. The swell in your chest is anything but pleasant. The string between you growing taught, humming beneath the tension.

You break away at the same time, gaze landing on your connecting leash.

Reiner is quick to mask his surprise, settling for gazing over you, something far away in his eyes.

"Hey Mir, Rei's here, time to go." A small voice peeps from behind you.

A tap tap to your shoulder: "Excuse me." She squeaks,

slipping past you to fall right into Reiner. "Ready to go babe?"

He pulls his gaze from you, redirecting it to the small woman on his right. "Ready when you are." Forcing a smile he wraps a heavy hand around her shoulders, pulling her close

Clearing your throat, you find your footing. This means nothing, absolutely nothing. So does the way your whole-body sparks at his touch, electrifying with the way his palm curls over yours. You wonder if he can feel it too, that sensation...

"Reiner."

You offer your own name, swallowing nothing but air as your mouth runs dry. Then you’re holding his hand a little too long. But he doesn’t make any move to pull his away either. So, your next best thought is to yank your hand away, not aggressive but much too swift to be regarded as normal. As if his hand was a hot iron scalding your skin. Not entirely inaccurate.

The action is swiftly brushed off when a crude brunette barrels past you.

"Come on Braun! I have cats to feed." She all but shouts, marching through the hall at a pace not to be ignored. In just a moment she’s gone, already descending the staircase.

"Well, looks like we gotta get going." Historia giggles, pushing away from the blond to chase after Ymir.

Reiner stays there a moment too long, just staring. Drinking you in while he can.

"I-" the words are tumbling from his lips before he can stop them. "I... um, you seem to be doing better than our last meeting."

"Yeah, I’m doing my best to stay upright this time." You chuckle, the statement a half truth. Your head has been reeling this whole time. Suffocating in his proximity.

"Good " the smile he gives makes your stomach flip in a way you decide to hate.

He looks to say something more before being interrupted by a soft "Rei you coming."

He calls back in a honeyed tone "yep, be right their babe." With one last glance at you he departs.

As he walks away, he can’t stop himself from looking back, his eyes unconsciously gravitating towards you. To drink you in only to stay forever thirsty. He finds you unable to take your eyes off him as well. It’s your turn to awaken the butterflies flitting around in his stomach. Heart growing with a dull ache the further he gets from you. It only makes him want to turn right back around.

Once you can no longer see him your body slumps. You didn’t even notice how you had stood straighter in his presence. Breathed just a little quicker. With one more peek down the hall to make sure Reiner was really gone you close the door. Turning to face two pairs of prying eyes and gaping mouths.

"Reiner fucking Braun?" Mikasa croaks, fighting a smirk of sorts.

She definitely looks amused, much to Armin's dismay.

The blond boy just continues to gape, taking the time to consider your situation.

"Of course, this would happen to me." You breathe, sliding down the door, crumbling into a protective little ball. Arms around your knees, pulling them into your chest shielding you from the world. "I’m clearly not the universe's favorite!" The laugh you let out is one of utter disbelief. Like you're trying to convince yourself this is all a cruel joke. It must be.

♡

It’s been a week since your thread appeared, growing brighter and needier with every passing day. The tightness in your chest becoming hard to ignore. But you have to, it’s the best thing to do. Blinking away the image you drag your attention to the man standing in the forefront of the lecture hall, yapping about something you are supposed to be taking notes on. Before you sits an almost blank page, save for some chicken scratches. Head in your hand you look away once more, attention not being kept for long. Mind far away.

You're only pulled from your slump when you hear your name, the booming voice rolling it off his tongue once more, enunciating every syllable. "Care to answer the question?" He sneers, icy eyes locked on you. Light brows poised at slightly different heights.

Fuck what was the question? You so were not paying attention. Blinking at him you offer the most lost look you have. Hoping he will drop it and end this humiliation. The ever-growing weight of eyes falling upon you, threatening to crush your head into the desk.

"I don’t... don’t know sir." Your ears heating furiously as your mouth runs dry.

He clicks his tongue, pale eyes pulling from you with a shake. Blond curls moving to and fro across his forehead.

Then your stomach drops

"See me after class "

Well, that seals it, your fucked. Your head falls to the shiny wood, muffling the groan bubbling in your throat.

♡

You wait patiently for the others to file out of the hall, hoping someone will need to stay just a little longer. Give you time to prepare yourself for academic embarrassment.

Instead, he greets you with a warm smile, trailing around the front of his desk to perch on it. Gaze locking on yours.

"You haven’t been yourself lately, usually you're one of my most attentive students."

You stand still, shifting from one leg to the other. Dodging his gaze.

"Yeah, well I kinda got some stuff going on right now."

"Mmmm"

A disapproving hum, one that makes your skin crawl. "Your scholarship doesn’t care what you have going on in your life."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don’t apologize to me. There is no point in that. Just do better."

He pushes from the desk to circle back around it. Long fingers curling around an unruly stack of paper. With one tap they are all in place, being shoved into a faded leather messenger bag. Slinging the strap across his body he stands, eyes falling on you once more. "That's all, you can go now."

With a simple nod you're excused. Scurrying out of the room as casually as you can. His gaze tracking you the whole time.

♡

Fuck, this has not been easy, not even a little. Reiner cannot get you out of his head, no matter what he tries. He doesn’t understand why. He has a perfect girlfriend. He doesn’t need to be worrying about someone else right now just because some weird universe shit says so. Still, the pulsing in his chest hasn’t subsided since the moment he came into contact with you.

"Hey Rei, can you drive me to Mirs later? She wants to have a movie marathon or something." He’s pulled from his thoughts of you. Almost annoyed but then he remembers who he’s talking to too.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want, babe." He doesn't even look up from the screen. He just keeps scrolling with his thumb. His attention only captured by the soft lips on his cheek. They pull him in, he cups the girl’s face and litters her lips with small pecks.

"Hey stop." She giggles, curling her hands around his.

Reiner smiles, pulling her in for a real kiss. Forgetting all about his phone. One large hand covering her hip as the others works at the buttons of her shirt. They fall back together, him posted above her.

♡

"Got everything you need for the night babe?"

The small girl hums, nodding a reasurement she climbs out of the convertible. "See you tomorrow?" She chuckles, laying a soft kiss on his cheek.

Reiner smiles back, waving goodbye as she walks away, right into the arms of Ymir, who’s hand falls to the small of her back. This gesture feels a little too close for comfort, but he just shakes off the feeling. Pulling out of the lot and driving back to campus.

Once home Reiner settles into his bed. Needing to find something to entertain him the rest of the night. With a sigh he pulls out his phone. Opening his apps folder and selecting Instagram. Taking the time to double tap posts here and there. Swiping through friends’ various stories and posts. Eventually it all melts together. Time slipping past him and sucking him into oblivion.

He doom scrolls for who knows how long. The sun outside long past set, just as he’s decided to shut his phone off for the night, he comes across a post that immediately catches his attention. It’s a recent one, showcasing a couple of photos of a group, framed in a very familiar setting to him. The images look to be taken in a local bar just off of campus.

He instantly recognizes the crude brunette whose lips are pressed to his girlfriend’s face. A smile spread across her lips in a laugh he hasn’t seen her make in person for quite some time. He swipes through the post, pausing on one particular slide. It’s a simple photo, bright eyes shimmering in the dim purple light. He becomes transfixed by your bright smile, making his heart palpitate through the screen. Why is he feeling this way? Heart all fluttery and body warm just at the sight of you. It's almost like he has a crush.

"Fuck it "

He clicks the post, finding your tagged account and opening your page. Thank God you have a public account. Without another thought he begins scrolling. Effectively stalking your page. Looking at picture after picture, post after post. Until he reaches the bottom of your page. He frowns a little wishing there was more. That thought disappears when the small voice in the back of his head scolds him.

As he’s clicking to exit your profile, he accidentally does the worst possible thing he could in this situation. The dreadful red heart taking up his screen before shrinking back into oblivion. Reiner has just liked a post from over 4 years ago.

"Oh fuck "

Quickly he tosses his phone away, it lands in the middle of his mattress. Heavy hands scrub down his face, stretching the skin on the way down. Pulling a note of distress from his throat. Why the fuck did he do that? Now you're gonna know he was stalking your page. He’s so done for.

Taking a moment, Reiner is able to calm down a little. Convincing himself, he is simply overreacting. Yes, the action is rather embarrassing but he’s not twelve for god’s sake. This isn't the end of his life.

Collecting himself he retrieves his phone, clicking it open and hitting "follow" he’s already dug himself a hole, might as well start the burying.

Why is he even pining over you? Is it because of this soulmate thing? Does he even have a choice? His rational thoughts don’t seem to be loud enough to drown out the way he dreams of you. Your cute smile and perfect figure plaguing him the rest of the night.

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・how exibicionist aot girls are? ⸜⸜・

1. historia

it's a tie between historia and pieck but hisu is just a bigger exibicionist. she only wears tiny swimsuits. her boobs always fall out and you can't even call it a thong because her whole pussy is also out. she loves when people ogle her body in public and she doesn't mind going out without underwear. she will rub her pussy in public when she's needy and she will fuck you in public too. another person you have to yell at for grabbing your boobs a bit too often.

2. pieck

another no shame girl. she loves showing her body a bit too much. it's not her fault her boobs are a bit too big for all tops and that everyone stares at her. and it's not her fault that her ass a big too and her skirts can't cover it. she's all in for public stuff. she sunbathes naked all the time and is always kicked out of water parks. she has no shame when it comes to showing off her body. pieck begs you for you to let her fuck you when you're out but you know that you can't let her at this point.

3. ymir

this girl has no shame. she isn't about showing her body but she loves doing public stuff with you so much. if she could, she would sit you on her lap and fingered you until everyone would be staring at you. she loves teasing you under your skirt in public. once she tried to fuck you with her strap in a sex shop with words "well we have to try it before we buy it." you were kicked out and ymir answered them with a juicy smirk.

4. sasha

sasha is a big jump from mikasa and annie. she doesn't mind showing off her body but it's not that she really wants to. but she's all here for public stuff and rubbing against you in a public. she loves eating you out maybe more than she loves you and she's all here for eating you out in public. also not the biggest fan of a pda, she will kiss you and hold you hand but her ending line is you sitting on her lap.

5. mikasa

she's a shy baby. it doesn't matter if she's feeling dominant or not, she gets shy quickly. she hates when she has to show much of a skin but if you want her to wear a dress that's just a bit too short, she will. one time when you wanted her to eat out out in a club, she almost passed out.

6.annie

she likes her privacy and she doesn't like public stuff. annie's not the one to rub against you in a club. she likes to have you on her bed in private so that she can make you look like a dumb puppy. don't expect much pda from her but she might squeeze your ass here and there

[nova2kss]

coming out with a series but who should be the man of interest?

[antermarisart]

I don't know how to use tumblr so if there's some way to show nsfw like Twitter and privatter... I'm all ears!

Just in case, I'll share the link for a full view. You must be a follower on Twitter to be able to see it tho.

https://privatter.net/i/7047434

[d33pwithinmys0ul]

Miscellaneous WLW Fanfic Masterlist

Please read tags before engaging. Do not plagiarize, repost, or use my work to train AI. 18+ mdni

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• James Joint | Nana Osaki x Hachi/Nana Komatsu

༄ smut, one shot, angst, fluff, happy ending

• Go On, Take Everything | Mean Girl Historia Reiss x Nerdy Female Reader

༄ smut, Jennifer's Body college AU, one shot, complete (tumblr link)

• ♡ Series: A Touch of Infinity (Infinity Nikki)

༄ incomplete series with complete works, one shot smut

♡ Part 1 | Sweet & Cool | Sovereign of Cool x Nikki (tumblr link)

♡ Part 2 | Smile | Nikki x Dada (tumblr link)

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hi! Thanks for your headcanons, I really love them! How do you think Attack on Titan characters sneeze? I once thought Levi must sneeze like a little kitten, and now I can't get that thought out of my head.

a/n: this is an odd request but thanks anyway. not to kinkshame lol but i hope this isn’t meant in a kinky way bc literally the other day i went down a whole rabbit hole when i learned that there is a whole community abt this

eren jaeger has a dramatic wind up to his sneeze. you can see it in his face like thirty seconds before he actually does it.

mikasa ackerman doesn’t sneeze. nobody’s ever seen her do it.

armin arlert sneezes into his elbow like the king he is. he’s not a super germaphobe but he takes his & others health serious.

connie springer totally free sneezes. it’s the type of sneeze that dads usually do. loud & startling & out of control.

jean kirstein does it pretty normally. also always uses his elbow.

sasha braus has long ones. like eren, she has a dramatic windup but the sneeze itself is pretty quiet. lot of build up for nothing.

ymir always holds hers in so they come out completely silent.

historia reiss sneezes like a kitten or like a grown man. there’s no in between.

erwin smith always says “excuse me” after he does. he is also a victim of the dad sneeze.

levi ackerman uses a handkerchief to catch it. it’s pretty quiet.

hange zoe always tries to fight them off and continues talking but you can tell how hard they’re trying to not do it. eyes watering the whole time.

annie leonhardt also has never been caught sneezing.

pieck finger is a kitten sneezer.

porco galliard literally says the word “achoo!” when he does it.

zeke jaeger is yet another victim of the dad sneeze. he also always does it three times in a row.

[zeroxxlhero]

Girlfriend Headcannons • Historia Reiss

Content & Warnings: everyone is 18+, black!fem! Reader, fem4fem, switch! Hisu, bottom! Reader, use of toys, scissoring, strap-ons, pussy eating, mentions of a period, Hisu is rich

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan)

Pairing: (Historia Reiss x Fem!Reader)

SFW:

—Hisu literally fell in love with you the first time she saw you

—prettiest girl she’s ever seen and absolutely adored your presence and smile

—wanted to get to know you better but was too shy to approach you

—was probably the only opportunity she would get so she decided to be brave

—got your number and freaked out when she went home

—immediately asks you out on a date

—buys you a silver bracelet as a gift and cherishes the gratitude that you give

—loves to wear matching outfits

—loves to hold your hand

—clingy but respects your personal space if asked

—always wants a kiss, even if it’s in public

—her family is rich so she LOVES to spoil you

—buys you anything that you ask for or even look at

—drags you away from work when you’re stressed and pampers you with care

—keeps a reminder in her calendar when your cycle hits so she knows when to get everything that you need

—hates arguing with you but will put her foot down and tell you that you’re in the wrong

—sleepovers are always at her house

—hires a personal chef specifically to cook food that you like

—always gets double of your favorite snacks

—loves FaceTime and calling you to hear your voice, even if it’s like 2:30 in the morning

—just overall loves you and treats you like a pretty princess

NSFW:

—has a collection of dildos and vibrators to use on you

—will eat pussy ANYWHERE

—loves to grab your tits or ass

—favorite position is scissoring

—loves to rub her pussy against yours

—has a high sex drive

—can last two to three rounds

—despite her size, she knows how to work a strap

—likes to overstimulate you

—loves using a double-sided dildo

—if you’re bratty, she loves to tie you to the bed and put a vibrating bullet to your clit until you apologize

—doesn’t mind being rough or soft

—loves to hear you moan her name

—runs a bath and gets you both cleaned up after

—fingers may be small but knows how to use them

Historia just absolutely loves you and wants to spend the rest of your lives together.