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anystalker707 · 2 months

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Behind locked doors (2/2)

Pairing: Reiner Braun x [gn / afab] Tybur! Reader Summary: Not only a toy, but now a lover. Tags: Transmasc friendly / use of pussy / breeding kink / impregnation kink / Forbidden relationship/ Penetration (no gendered description) / Harsh / Dirty talk

Requested by @inamoraataa ["thank you 🤩please do kind of smut (breeding kink, harsh , lot of dirty talk , and pregnancy kink also? 🤔 ) With happy ending and their both Confess to each other Thank again ❤️"]

PART ONE

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“No, no,” you said with a sigh as you looked at the servant who stood right outside your chamber’s door for what felt like forever. They had tried to step into the room, but you kept the door half open and stood in the way, not putting any effort into hiding your impatience. “I already said that I don’t need anything. Look, I am about to go to sleep, so I hope there’s no interruption. I’ll ask for it if I need any help.”

Marley didn’t save efforts when it came to pleasing the Tybur family, no matter the blood that ran in your veins, and even if it could be pleasing, it could also be annoying.

“But it’s been instructed that—”

“I don’t want anything extra,” you breathed, glaring a little. “All I want is not to be bothered for the night. If you can’t do that, then…”

“I’m sorry, Mx!” Their eyes widened before they bowed and rushed away.

“Fuck,” you huffed while closing the door, turning to see Reiner, who still stood pressed to the wall, right beside the door. “I think we won’t be disturbed anymore.” The door locked with a click of the key before you looked at him. A boundary set by a Tybur would rarely be crossed there unless it was for a drastic case, which was a rare occurrence.

Reiner raised his eyebrows lightly, not seeming so pleased with the interruption as well, sighing softly. “I hope so.” He stepped closer and placed his hands on your waist to pull you closer against him, within reach to kiss your cheek. “I want to enjoy you without any interruptions, and give you the attention you deserve,” he whispered, breath tickling your skin. “You know…” He took a pause, gulping as he pulled away enough to look at you in the eyes. “I missed you.”

Reiner’s voice was breathy and unsteady, quiet so that he could try to pretend to have said something else in case you had the wrong reaction to his words. What would you think of a damn, filthy Eldian trying to get closer to you like that? Taking liberties just because you granted him some special freedom to fill your needs or something. His heartbeat hammered against his ears as he waited for your response for what felt like an eternity, his hands sweating as they suddenly didn’t feel so right around your waist. He was about to take a step back when your lips arched into a smile, and you hummed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You did?” You chuckled a little, and Reiner didn’t know how to interpret it. His heart beat faster and his face burned hot as he looked at you, trying to keep a straight face. Were you making fun of him, or was it genuine?

“I mean…” Reiner cleared his throat, looking down.

“Well, I missed you, too,” you said with a wide grin, and Reiner decided just to leave the matter aside when you pulled him in for a kiss, humming softly as he deepened the kiss, intending to make it last until you forgot about the matter. His teeth tugged lightly on your bottom lip until a moan escaped your throat, so he let his tongue dart into your mouth and glide against yours while his hands tightened around your waist just the way you enjoyed.

When Reiner finally pulled away from the kiss, you were breathless, your lips swollen and shiny from the saliva, and you looked at him with such needy eyes that made his pants start to grow tighter. He quickly captured your lips in another kiss, humming softly as he ran his tongue along the back of your teeth and let it press against yours until he snatched another pleased moan from you, and started guiding you to take steps back, only letting go when the back of your legs reached the edge of the bed.

A new kind of urgency and tension permeated the air once the kiss broke and you two looked at each other in the eyes, keeping silent for a moment before you moved to climb on the bed.

Reiner loved how soft the bed was, unlike anywhere else he’d ever slept, and he didn’t even know how to react before such a lavish that he’d never had contact before in life. Was it luck or a curse? He didn’t really know how to interpret it, but the way the mattress sank under his knees didn’t matter while he worked on carefully removing your clothes, tugging on the laces, and fumbling with buttons, revealing each time more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

Your skin felt so smooth under Reiner’s palms like porcelain compared to rough metal, and as much as he felt so undeserving of having you to himself like that, he believed that he was the only one who could appreciate you the way you truly deserved.

The way you arched your back and pressed into Reiner’s palms gave him a sense of pride as he cupped his hands over your chest and then let them down to your waist, squeezing it a little, encouraging you to open your legs invitingly, and he couldn’t get rid of those tight pants soon enough.

“Reiner,” you mumbled in a whiny voice. Your hands were around the lapel of his jacket—his filthy, warrior jacket—to pull him down within reach for a kiss, which he gladly welcomed, nibbling on your bottom lip before he deepened the contact. It was hard, but he tried his best to keep it going while taking off his uniform, carelessly undoing the buttons, and tossing his clothes to the ground.

Being naked with you like that felt raw, in a good sense. It made Reiner feel closer to you when he wasn’t wearing that stupid armband or his uniform, which managed to trick the permanent guilt that sat uncomfortably inside his chest.

Once all the clothes were discarded, Reiner pulled back so that he could take a proper look at you, raising his eyebrows as he placed his hands on your thighs. His fingers roamed over every inch of your skin, giving it just a small fraction of the worship you deserved. The affection he felt stirred with arousal when he met your needy gaze and then observed the wet mess between your legs.

Reiner leaned in and kissed the middle of your chest, this time sitting back on his legs whilst gripping your thighs to pull you closer, allowing your bottom to rest on his lap. His cock aligned with your pussy now, its length pressed right between your folds. The slightest touch against your clit made you gasp while arching your back, immediately holding tightly onto his shoulders.

“Mmph, Reiner, please…” You arched your back in a fruitless attempt to gain more friction, and Reiner enjoyed the frustrated whimpers that escaped your lips while your nails sank into his skin. The desperation made Reiner’s cock twitch, so he made sure to linger a little while kissing your chest before he could finally adjust your hips, holding the base of his cock to position himself against your entrance.

It had been a couple of months since you’d last seen each other, two bitter months that he had spent between craving you and trying to get you off his mind because he couldn’t bear not having you with him. How could he even consider being with someone like you?

“Fuck,” Reiner muttered as he felt his tip dip into your wetness, making him groan as he rubbed his tip against your clit, just to see you whimper and squirm. He loved how someone like him was able to make you behave like that, even more so when he pulled away and compelled you to mumble something in frustration while whining. So lovely.

It was easy to handle you so that you were on your side, and Reiner lay behind you, chest pressed to your back as he hooked a hand under your knee to pull your leg up, relishing the way you let out an embarrassed sound.

“Relax, baby, hm?” Reiner’s deep voice breathed into your ear, as his free arm wrapped around your waist, feeling your skin rise in shivers under his touch. “You’ll like this, I promise,” he whispered as he shifted around, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance, groaning softly.

Reiner had missed it, really. He had spent nights with his eyes pressed shut and hand on his cock while trying his best to picture your pretty face and how your pussy clenched around him. His hand didn’t do any justice, but it was the best he had, and now he was afraid he would cum too soon if he got too excited about how your walls accommodated around his cock, tight, as if you depended on having him inside you.

“Ahh, Reiner,” you breathed in that delicious needy tone as his cock sank in as deeply as it could in the current position. As his hand returned to pull your leg up, you gripped the sheets but soon reached an arm behind yourself, placing it on the back of his head. “Fuck…”

Your back arched against Reiner’s as he started to move his hips, moans falling right into your ear. Given your bliss and how you melted under his touches, he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been needing that as much as he did.

“Melting already?” Reiner mumbled with a breathy chuckle as he kept thrusting into your tight pussy, loving the squelching sounds of his cock sinking inside you beneath your loud moans. “I barely touched you. Did you miss me that much? I bet you spent every night with your fingers deep inside yourself, imagining me taking you.” His breath fanned against your ear, and he wished he could take a better look at your face right now. “Come on, answer me.”

“I—I did,” you gasped with a whine, tugging on Reiner’s hair a little. “Mmph, ‘missed your cock…” You trailed off, babbling about something that he couldn’t understand, but still managed to make his cock twitch inside you.

“Yeah?” Reiner grinned, humming as he nuzzled your neck a little, kissing and sucking on the skin as he started moving his hips a little faster. “I bet no one else can fuck you this good—” His voice cracked with a moan when your walls clenched around his cock. “And you’d hardly enjoy having anyone else fuck you after I did so, right? Such a precious Tybur belonging to someone like me,” he groaned, appreciating each of the high-pitched moans that spilled from your lips among incoherent words, much to his amusement.

“You’re tighter than I remember…” Reiner groaned, making a brief pause so that he could adjust his position, allowing his hand to rest on your lower stomach while your legs intertwined. “Been saving yourself for me?” And he wished the answer would be ‘yes’, but he couldn’t catch on any word between your pleased cries. “Fuck it,” he breathed as he allowed his hand to go lower until his fingers found your clit, and it was fucking wonderful. His fingers quickly soaked up with your wetness, gliding easily against the bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.

Your back arched deliciously as your hand flew down to grasp tightly around Reiner’s forearm while you squirmed, crying out softly. The pleasure that ran up your spine made your mind fuzzy and your legs quiver; a sob was snatched from your throat as you arched your back and sank your nails into his skin, which barely did anything to Reiner in general. He loved watching how pleased you were, squirming and crying under his touch. Something that only he was able to do.

A tightness started forming itself in Reiner’s bottom stomach, and how your pussy milked his cock so intensely didn’t help one bit. He had to force himself to slow down and eventually stop, using every fiber of his being to fight against chasing the sweet release that tempted him so much, like a piece of steaming juicy meat in front of his hungry self.

Bruises would probably decorate the areas where Reiner’s fingers sank into your skin, trying to relieve some of the anguish that contorted inside him while his imminent orgasm painfully fizzled away. You also didn’t seem so pleased, grunting in complaint while he shifted, manhandling you into a new position.

Reiner didn’t mind how your arms were like noodles under yourself as long as your ass was up in the air, presented for him. He glanced at you to make sure everything was okay, while you hugged a pillow under yourself. Were you going to muffle your moans just now? With all those guards outside, having heard most of the previous part? He didn’t think it mattered at this point, so he just proceeded, positioning himself between your legs again.

The sight alone could make Reiner cum if he got too lost in it, which was something easy to happen. His hands adjusted themselves on your ass, kneading lightly on them while he observed your pussy, shiny with the love juices that coated it. It was swollen from the abuse, your clit throbbing as if pleading for more of his touch, and who was he to deny it?

A groan escaped your lips when the tip of Reiner’s cock pressed to your clit again, his cock running between your folds before it finally slipped inside you to be welcomed by your tight warmth once more. He craved it, at this point, and he supposed that you felt the same, given the way your pussy sucked his cock back inside so intensely. And the messy moans… Fuck, they drove him crazy, even more so when he could hear his name—or at least something that resembled it—among your sounds.

Reiner took a moment to observe his cock slowly sinking inside you repeatedly, accumulating a creamy ring around the base, before he gave in to his wants instead and sped up, refilling the room with the obscene sound of skin against skin that sounded over your partially muffled moans.

Everything about it was perfect. How your skin felt under his hands, your back arching as his cock reached in deeper than before and kept hitting that spot inside you that made you whimper and see stars while your knuckles went white around the pillow.

“R—Rei—” You sobbed again, pussy clenching more around Reiner’s cock.

A groan escaped Reiner’s throat as he leaned forward, his chest pressing to your back as he placed a hand around your jaw and lifted your head so that he could whisper into your ear. “You’re milking my cock so good,” he moaned into your ear. “I’ll finish inside today again because I know you love that so much… You love being bred by me, don’t you?” His fingers tightened around your jaw in a demanding manner. He wanted to hear your dismantled voice struggling to form answers that satisfied him.

“Yeah,” you whimpered in a shaky voice, growing tighter around him. “Mmph, b-breed—”

“Fuck,” he whispered. His hand grasped your hip for leverage so that he could start fucking you faster, giving in more to the temptation. “Can you imagine it if I manage to knock you up, hm? Belly swollen with my kid. Eldian blood. What would everyone think of that? Such a shame, babe. You’re so dirty,” Reiner ranted into your ear, absolutely in love with the way you moaned louder and squirmed more just because he kept saying such obscenities to you. You were so dirty, more than anyone would believe a Tybur to be.

“I hope you’re ready because I will fill you up all night long until I make sure you’re bred and carrying my child, you hear me?” Reiner breathed into your ear, and the thought also made his cock twitch inside you, and he felt like he couldn’t get enough no matter how fast and hard he thrust into your tight, wet pussy. “I want to fill you up so badly…”

Reiner’s hand was wet, a mix of tears and drool pooling in his palm. So hot. He could reduce you to pieces in the best way ever. Such a damn privilege.

“R—Rein— Nngh, I’m so close,” you sobbed, arching your back and grasping tightly onto the pillow under you. “Please, don’t stop…” Your voice kept cracking, with messy syllables interrupted by moans whenever his cock dived right back into you.

Reiner was also close, cock already aching with the built-up pleasure. “Then cum,” he mumbled into your ear lowly. “Cream all around my cock, baby, let it go,” he whispered. Meanwhile, his hand went from your hip to between your legs to rub circles against your clit again, and it was all it took to have your walls clenching around his cock and coating it with your release. Your orgasm lasted longer than usual, toes curling as your mind blacked out when the pleasure washed over, stretched out by how Reiner kept fucking you with unwavering intensity.

“Please, cum inside,” you choked out in a strained voice, thighs quivering as you tried to fight the overstimulation that threatened to kick in, if it were even possible. Your knuckles hurt already, burning from holding on to the pillow, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. “Please, Reiner, please, please— Inside, breed me,” you babbled, and Reiner couldn’t resist your pleas.

Reiner’s balls tightened before he was cumming inside you with a restrained grunt, tightening his grip on you as he kept moving his hips, making sure to cover your tight walls with his seed and push them deep into you before he finally stopped moving, riding out his orgasm.

“Fuck, so perfect,” Reiner mumbled into the back of your neck and kissed it softly, humming pleased. He pulled away, cock slipping out of your pussy with a squelching sound, and helped you lay down properly. You seemed comfortable on your side, so he let you be, humming faintly as he kissed all over the side of your face soothingly. “Are you okay, love?” He whispered, caressing your side.

You hummed faintly, blinking the tears away from your eyes so that you could look at Reiner in the eyes with a shaky sigh. “Reiner,” you mumbled weakly and placed a hand on the back of his head to bring him down for a kiss on the lips. “I missed you so much,” you whispered.

“Missed me?” Reiner smiled a little bit, lips grazing yours as he spoke.

“Yes,” you mumbled with a nod and nuzzled his nose softly. “Really. I wanted you so badly. I missed cuddling, kissing, hearing your voice.” A soft smile grazed your lips, and Reiner felt like he could happily die on the spot.

Reiner’s heart skipped a bit, aching in his chest, mind racing as he tried to process your words. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes,” you admitted, looking away for a moment. Embarrassment burned in your gut, but it felt so right. “I love you so much, Reiner.” You shifted to wrap both your arms around his neck to hug him close, tightly.

A soft sigh escaped Reiner’s lips. He couldn’t handle you. He smiled and nodded, humming faintly whilst he pressed soft kisses to your cheek, hugging you in return. “I love you, too, okay? Such a sweetheart,” he whispered.

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staytinyville · 8 months

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sonofthesaiyans · 1 month

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A 21-Gun 'Fuck You' to Isayama's little bastard child....

Well guys, another day, another birthday in the Attack on Titan canon. But there are no warm wishes, no fond feelings to be had for this one. Nothing but the blood of the innocent innocent all over her hands. And the beginning of the end of Titan as we knew it.

For it is none other than the biggest mistake in all of anime, GABI BRAUN.

There's the look of a girl who's out to fuck an entire franchise.

To have to put her face on my profile truly makes me feel uncomfortable; I would feel better off if I never had to acknowledge the existence of someone as unlikable and as forced as Gabi, the character who has singlehandedly ensured that I will never EVER watch the series again from start to finish.

Still not enough words to describe my hatred for this bitch. Ever since her debut in the manga, Gabi has been nothing but poison to damn near every aspect of Attack on Titan, and while fans and critics may remain convinced that Eren Yeager was still the focus of the story after the ocean, that for a time was nothing but a motherfucking lie, as everything seems to shift its gears towards forcing Gabi Braun as the new hero of the franchise, a similarly overpowered, out of her depth suicidal bitch who Hajime Isayama REFUSES to let come to harm under any circumstances, and in fact seemed to take a perverse pleasure in how much he could defy the fandom's hostile reactions to her obnoxious, overzealous, and aggressive personality.

I've spoken at length about how truly awful Gabi is, for how much she takes over the story out of the blue and how far her worst fans will go to defend her, with Isayama himself and his overly defensive fans and critics pushing this nonsense "redemption arc" that some still insist was critical to Titan's final resolution. Right, a character who was only introduced in the final act of the story is the one who takes priority over everyone whom we've followed since season one, over her own fucking cousin Reiner, over Eren, over Mikasa, over Historia.....And that's not even getting into the biggest victim of all of this yet.

Yeah, this is the girl so many deluded fans will rush to defend, you take one look at this and you realize right out the gate she's nothing but bad news. An overly toxic character who by herself makes the story increasingly more uncomfortable to sit through, and yet gets a free pass because, say it with me now........"SHE'S JUST A KID"......

Yeah. A kid who regardless of upbringing clearly is NOT right in the head.

And yet THIS is the character we push this goddamn "break the cycle" message with, this is the kid who we have to thank for that "children of the forest" horseshit. Well maybe some people are not worth rescue from the forest......

Gabi just an open condescension of the audience, and Isayama does everything in his power to frame us as being in the wrong for following our natural inclination to hate her guts, and to force sympathy for her when she's done nothing to earn it, and has never received lasting consequences for her actions.

Any sympathy I could have POSSIBLY felt for Gabi went out the window years ago. And it all comes down to one fucking reason:

It doesn't matter how much time passes, it does not matter how many excuses I hear, it does not matter how many self-righteous little fuckheads I square off with online who try to hit back at me with "You just didn't get it!" ..........Absolutely NOTHING will make me forgive what Gabi did to Sasha. A character who had all the potential to be something so much more and who was so profoundly iconic in the series, just to be cruelly cut down like garbage to move the plot of an unwanted newbie who's name has since become synonymous with "garbage".

Never ever can I forget that horrifying from Assassin's Bullet, where Gabi stole Sasha from us. Gabi Braun is the only character in fiction to actually cause me lasting emotional and psychological damage. Of all the horrifying scenes Attack on Titan has given, that ISAYAMA has given us, Sasha bleeding out from the mouth and sent out on the most inappropriate and insensitive last words possible is the one scene I DID NOT NEED.

ALL BECAUSE OF GABI BRAUN!

The fact that that bastard Isayama would be sol deluded to think he can force sympathy for Gabi after having pulled a stunt like that, a scene so emotionally manipulative and disrespectful, the fact that he would have us tolerate her existence after such a spectacle....And the fact that she survived to the end after what she did to Sasha, and after all she did to provoke Eren's assault upon the world, again after facing no lasting repercussions for any of it.

And let me tell you something, looking up these images, seeing those disgusting scenes of Assassin's Bullet still brings great anger to me, reminding me how badly I still wish to see Gabi die for all of this, how much I hate Hajime Isayama, and how much I still wish to personally rip the man a new one for everything he's done since the day he published the chapter that brought on this VILE piece of animation.

And the fact that some fans have the AUDACITY to imply that Sasha and Gabi are anything alike, right down to their physical appearance, a notion that the anime and manga themselves promoted in their tasteless attempt to draw a parallel between the two of them in their encounters with Kaya.....It's a lie and a farce that I find personally offensive and stomach churning even now. There were so many ways they could have executed Gabi's story, and if it had been done any other way where she didn't have such egregious plot armor and wasn't so clearly overplayed and overpromoted by Isayama for the entire final act, MAYBE somewhere in my heart I might've found a speck of sympathy for Gabi.

If the story had made room for her AND Sasha, things might have been very different around here......

But it's far too late. The damage is done, and for me the damage is lasting. And there is absolutely NO number of excuses today by the few fans Gabi does have that could ever make me see things from her perspective, let alone wish her anything other than a cruel demise to match the one she dealt to Sasha and the billions she got killed by provoking Eren with her recklessness. And to this day, I will NEVER understand what the hell Falco ever saw in her. Nothing good can come from a relationship with someone with the kind of of blood on her hands that Gabi has.

So no sympathy points for Gabi, let alone a 'Happy Birthday'.

And as a parting gift to her and her fans....

A little souvenir from a friend of mine...

If you haven't figured out who I got this from yet....... let's just say she manages to make a chainsaw headed dog a lot cuter than any living soul could have accomplished voicing Gabi Braun. And for her, I have a lot more respect.

And if you know who I mean Gabi fans, sorry to tell you I got to say my piece first. Chew on that.

And speaking of chew.....

Happy Birthday, Gabi Braun.

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nightqueen1221 · 1 year

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✴Masterlist✴

Hunter X Hunter

My Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

A Slap On Titan (Mostly crack-fics)

Ouran High School Host Club

Danganronpa

Demon Slayer (Don't really like writing for any of the demons, other than Nezuko)

Undertale (No AUs)

Deltarune (Frisk, Chara, and Kris will be gender neutral unless stated other wise.)

Soul Eater

Angels of Death

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Seven Deadly Sins

Fairy Tail

Haikyuu!!!

Kaguya-Sama: Love is War

High-Rise Invasion

Assassination Classroom

Hazbin-Hotel

Helluva Boss

Tokyo Ghoul

Madoka Magica

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Sonic Franchise

The Vampire Chronicals

Spy X Family (Platonic only)

Five Nights at Freddy's

Black Butler (Coming Soon)

What I want to write:

Five Nights at Freddy's

The Vampire Chronicles

What I do not want to write:

MHA

Hunter X Hunter

Demon Slayer

Fairy Tail

Haikyuu!!!

High-Rise Invasion

What I will not write:

Insest

Pedophiles

Character x character (I will do poly, unless they are siblings, than they will be separate)

Kurapika x Phantom Troupe member

Coffee Shop AUs

Oneshots (They take up to much time and back up requests)

Trans reader (I'm not trans, and don't want it to be inaccurate)

Reader coming out (I just don't think there would be much to write.)

Characters I will not write:

Chaos King (Deltarune)

Spamton (Deltarune)

Annie Leonhart (Attack on Titan)

Reiner Braun (Attack on Titan)

The Phantom Troupe (HXH)

Lucifer and Lilith (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Stella (Helluva Boss)

Crimson (Helluva Boss)

Hanji Towa (Danganronpa)

Lesley (DHMIS)

Roy/ Yellow Guy's Dad (DHMIS)✴why would you request him in the first place?✴

All Might (MHA)

Overhaul (MHA)

Cream (Sonic)

Kyoya Ootori (OHSHC)

Any variation of William Afton (FNAF)

Platonic only:

Lancer (Deltarune)

Alluka (HXH)

Frisk (Undertale)

Chara (Undertale)

Yellow Guy (DHMIS)

Lily & Todney (DHMIS)

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

Tails (Sonic)

Claudia (Vampire Chronicals)

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If things are left out per say who you would like the "x reader" to be with, I will assume and do what I can to the best of my abilities. Please do not get mad at me for your mistake and politely correct me, I will start to change it as soon as I read the message.

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horror102 · 1 year

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Submission!

Things I do and don’t.

Things I do write for

Student X teacher- Just because it’s a weird fantasy and only high school 18 X teacher I’ve gotten a request many times and I refuse to do any 16 year old students or 17 only the age above legal law.

Fictional Serial killer X reader- Only fictional serial killers I will not be writing a fan fiction of Ted bunch, jeffery Dhamer, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, or anything’s real serial killer wise.

Any type of fandoms!

Undertale fandom, WWE fandom, Horror fandom, supernatural fandom, Dc fandom, Marvel fandom, Game fandom, Movie fandom, Peoples oc’s X a certain character. Just anything! Anime fandom, Cartoon fandom, Greek gods, ANYTHING! <3 red dead redemption, Cod , YouTubers only ones who allow, TWD, TVD, GTA, Fast food, fnaf , Disney , the avatar,

Things I don’t and won’t do.

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Rape

Abusive relationships with a character that’s the love interest.

Urine/feces

Warnings I do

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Limes

Lemons

Fandoms I won’t write for.

Harry Potter- It’s mostly just a bunch of weird adults crushing on teenagers

YouTubers who’ve stated they don’t want smut written about them, only ones that don’t care. But if it’s fluff it’s fine

Scooby doo- Only when it’s the live action it’s okay but when there supposedly teens nah. unless it’s fluff.

Going angst someone’s religion or adding satanism in a story.- only because it goes against some characters I write like Jacob Goodnight

Specific characters I do.

Michael myers

Jason voorhees

Jacob goodnight

Patrick Bateman

Hannibal Lecter

Leather face

Candy man

Pearl

Carrie

Chucky

Jennifer Tilly

Freddy Krueger

Ghostfaces

Pinhead

Pyramid head

Pennywise

Art the clown

Harry warden

Gabriel may

Norman Bates

Billy Lenz

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Horror

Sally face

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Supernatural

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikealson

Klaus Mikealson

Mason Lockwood

Kai Parker

TVD

Negan

Rick

Carl

TWD

Simon Riley

Soap

Konig

Cod

Thor

Loki

Captain America

Venom

Deadpool

Marvel

Batman

Superman

Joker

Dick Grayson

The flash

Beast boy

Superboy

Spider noir

Roman reigns

Dolph Zigger

Randy Orton

Batista

Razor Ramon

Drew McIntyre

Kane

Undertaker

Mankind

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Shawn Michaels

Triple H

Diesel

WWE

Sans

Papyrus

Undertale

Naruto uzumaki

Kakashi Hatake

Jiraiya

Asuma sensei

Erwin smith

Reiner Braun

Hercules

Poseidon

Connie springer

Kisame

Coach Ukai

Asahi- Haikyu

Sniper mask

Anime

The hand- Wednesday

Freaky Fred

Scar

Mufasa

Cartoon

Ronald mc Donald

Burger King

Jack in the box

Fast food

Spring trap

Bonnie

Foxy

Freddy faze bear

Monty

Michael afton

Fnaf

Franklin

Michael

GTA

Beast

Prince neaven

Any Disney prince fr <3

Disney

Anything on my list, or in the fandoms I write for I forgot I couple if there’s any you think I might like hit me up! <3

Tags I do

Daddy issues

Older men

Sugar daddy

Sugar mommy

Milf

Dilf

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Age gap

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nightqueen1221nsfw · 1 year

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Fan Fiction Requests NSFW Addition

Request Status: ✴Closed✴

Request Amount: 0/4

Hunter X Hunter

My Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

A Slap On Titan (Mostly crack-fics)

Ouran High School Host Club

Danganronpa

Demon Slayer (Don't really like writing for any of the demons, other than Nezuko)

Undertale (No AUs)

Deltarune (Frisk, Chara, and Kris will be gender neutral unless stated other wise.)

Soul Eater

Angels of Death

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Seven Deadly Sins

Fairy Tail

Haikyuu!!!

Kaguya-Sama: Love is War

High-Rise Invasion

Assassination Classroom

Hazbin-Hotel

Helluva Boss

Tokyo Ghoul

Madoka Magica

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Spy X Family (Platonic only)

Black Butler (Coming Soon)

The Vampire Chronicals (Coming Soon)

What I want to write:

What I do not want to write:

MHA

Demon Slayer

Fairy Tail

Haikyuu!!!

High-Rise Invasion

What I will not write:

Insest

Pedophiles

Character x character (I will do poly)

Kurapika x Phantom Troupe member

Coffee Shop AUs

Trans reader (I'm not trans, and don't want it to be inaccurate)

Characters I will not write:

Chaos King (Deltarune)

Spamton (Deltarune)

Annie Leonhart (Attack on Titan)

Reiner Braun (Attack on Titan)

The Phantom Troupe (HXH)

Hisoka (HXH)

Lucifer and Lilith (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Stella (Helluva Boss)

Crimson (Helluva Boss)

Hanji Towa (Danganronpa)

Lesley (DHMIS)

Roy/ Yellow Guy's Dad (DHMIS)✴Why would you request him in the first place?✴

Platonic only:

Lancer (Deltarune)

Alluka (HXH)

Frisk (Undertale)

Chara (Undertale)

Yellow Guy (DHMIS)

Lily & Todney (DHMIS)

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

A/N:

I WILL THINK YOU HAVE READ THIS IF YOU SEND A REQUEST IN!!

Main Blog

More NSFW Specific

·Only time I will ever do anything involving, non-con/rape, insect, or anything with pedophiles, is if it has something to do with trauma. I will also only write this as more of a comfort fic for people who have experienced it.

·I will do kinks, however I will ask you to explain some of them if they're uncommon.

·I would prefer for you to ask with anon off since I will than be able to message you about any questions I have.

·These asks will most likely take longer to answer because my other blog can be very busy sometimes.

·Of course this is NSFW, so please consider the age of the character you're asking to be written.

·I will not delete an ask or request like my other blog, I will either answer it and tell you why I will not do it. Or I message you and try and make it where both of us are happy with the outcome.

·The youngest I will write is Danganronpa and MHA, which are assumed to be 17.

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fayesrossua · 2 years

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REINER BRAUN: FIRST KISS

Prompt: Reiner Braun X GN!Reader. Reiner wakes up from a bad dream, and goes to get a drink at a bar. He doesn’t really drink, but why not? He’s old enough now. At the bar he’s reunited with a childhood friend. You guys talk, and catch up. And share a beautiful moment together as he’s about to drop you off :)

WC: 2.4K

Warning: not much! Does include Reiner drinking, and mentions of reader having had drinks previously in the evening. Mentions Reiner’s body change/weightloss. First kiss, awkward kissing, Reiner learning how to kiss, French kiss. Fluff and wholesome for the most part

Notes: i had the beginning parts of season 4 in mind when writing this!! It’ll make more sense contextually. ALSO, the idea of introducing Reiner to the little moments in life, specifically with love and romance makes me so soft 😭 I love him

Reiner had another nightmare. He sat up in bed, bringing his knees up and resting his head in his hands. Even when he woke up, Reiner knew deep down that the nightmare was just his life. Ever since he touched back down in Marley, Reiner’s dreams had gotten more violent, and intrusive — he didn’t have much to do in a day while he was trying to relax back home, and that’s exactly what fuelled his troublesome mind. Aside from his meetings with Zeke and the rest of the crew, his days were wide open.

Frustrated and no longer tired, Reiner decided to get up, pulling on a pair of pants and a sweater over his sleep shirt, and he made sure to grab his beige jacket. He was going to visit Liberio’s bar a few minutes from his childhood house. He wasn’t old enough to go when he was a kid, but now he was - he was a fully grown adult with enough trauma to warrant a midnight drink. Reiner made sure to not let the door creak so loudly like it usually does, not wanting to disturb his Mom.

It was brisk outside, and Reiner stuck his hands in his pocket and walked quickly, vaguely remembering where the bar was. He was unsure until he came across the town square, lit with warm lights and an old, chipped away pinstripe paint job on the brick building on the corner. There it was. Reiner walked in, very aware of his thudding footsteps on the old wood floors. There were a few groups of people talking amongst themselves, and Reiner walked straight to the empty bar, taking a seat.

“What can I get you son?” The bartender asked, his back turned to Reiner.

“Something cheap” Reiner tiredly.

“It won’t taste any good —“ The bartender’s eyes drifted to Reiner’s band on his arm. His Honorary Marleyan status. “I’m not giving that to you. First drink is on me.”

Reiner ran his hand over his band, folding his arms on the table, “Thanks.”

“I haven’t seen you around before, have you been on a trip or what?” The bartender asks, slamming a cup of ice on the counter and lapping some mysterious brown liquid into the cup. He almost fills the cup. Reiner puts out a hand, telling him to slow down.

“Enough-“ Reiner hears the bartender snicker and he takes a small sip of his drink. Whiskey, or bourbon, rum, Reiner doesn’t know but the taste makes him cringe inside. “— I was away on a mission for a few years, just got back.” He swirled the cup around, listening to the ice clink around in the glass.

The bartender tipped his head to Reiner, “Well thank you for your service and hard work. We need more examples like you.” No, no you don’t, Reiner quietly thought to himself. He continued sipping at his drink, feeling the burning warmth of the alcohol stir in his stomach. Then, he felt a gentle tap on the shoulder.

Slight perspective change not really

You reach out, tapping the shoulder of who you think, may be Reiner Braun. The little boy you knew years ago, who was rumoured to become a Titan shifter for the Marley military. You had gone to Primary school in Liberio together, you two were close friends for a lot of your childhood, and very quickly that was taken from you. You hadn’t seen him since.

The man turned around, and looked at you oddly. He stared at you hard, and you saw his mind try to work out who you were. You wrung your hands uncomfortably, but still smiling kindly. You were right, it was him. Then, his eyes softened and recollection bubbled to the surface. “Heyy.. Y/N?”

You nod, breaking out into a grin, “Reiner ..” he pulls the seat next to him out, letting you sit.

“What’re you doing here it’s so late?” He asked.

“I could say the same to you, it’s almost 3 in the morning.” You reply. He takes a sip of his drink again, and sets it down, turning to face you and setting one of his elbows on the counter, and the other on the head of the chair, his fingers clasped together. “How’re you doing?” You ask.

Reiner looks down at his hands, shifting in his seat. “I’m okay, Y/N. What have you been up to these past years?” He sniffs, and returns his eyes back to you. The boy you knew all those years ago was completely gone. He was so huge, and wide - his gold blonde hair now ashy, and slightly grey in the light. His face thinned out, his cheekbones and chin looking almost god-like as he narrowed his eyes in on you. He was unrecognizable, and you thought he was really handsome.

You think quickly of what to say, exhaling an exaggerated breath. “It’s been uneventful largely. I’ve taken over my family’s market, and I work with vendors and farmers all day.”

Reiner nods, intrigued by what you said. “That sounds great, speaking of, how is your family?” He asks.

You shrug, “Same old everything. They’re just getting older now.” You reply. “What about you though? I haven’t seen you in years, Reiner,” you say softly, and leaning in slightly. Immediately you notice at how Reiner recedes at your question, and his eyes avert from yours, as if to say ‘you don’t want to know’.

But, Reiner remembers you, and the years of friendship you had before all of this. He knows he doesn’t really know you— a lot can change in 10 years, but he decides to let you in on it anyway. Maybe that’s what Reiner needs, is to just tell someone.

“I went to the ‘Devil’s’ island for a few years, to do a mission.” He said, deliberating if he should tell any more details, “It was — a long time to be away from home.” He finished.

Your suspicions are confirmed. Still, you wanted to know if the rumours had been true. “Is it true,” you leant in across the bar, placing your hand his chair, “that you can titan shift?” You whisper. Reiner blinks hard, before biting the inside of his cheek in nervousness and leaning away. He replied with a nod,

“Yeah.” He says lowly.

“Wow,” you reply, “that’s incredible.” To this, Reiner chuckles and grabs his drink, taking a deep swig and draining the glass.

“Incredible isn’t the way I’d describe it, but it had its moments..” he trailed off. “Do you want to go outside? It’s hot in here.” You nod eagerly, and he stands up, offering an arm for you to wrap yours around and your leave the bar. You’re met with a gust of wind and you two start walking down the streets, looking at all the dark and closed up shops that litter the town centre.

“Do you feel like you missed out on anything because of your job?” You ask,

Reiner pressed his lips together, his eyebrows knitting together, “I suppose I have, I don’t know what I should have done normally,”

Your heart sank at his reply. Everything was torn away from him so early in life, it was all he knew. How could things get so muddy? How could you two, once close friends, diverge so far away from each other. He was a stranger to you, but your faint memories of him were enough. “You never went back to school? You never went shopping at the markets on Devils island?,” you tried to recall things everyone in Marley did. Everyone worked, prayed, ate dinner with their family, got married, stayed out past curfew - quietly evading the footsteps of Marleyan troops. “You never had your first kiss?” You asked smugly, nudging him with your elbow. He shook his head to all of your suggestions, exhaling an amused breath.

“Never, I was undercover on the Island. I served in their military… there was never any peace and quiet, Y/N,” his sentence dropped off and it suggested there was more to be said, “certainly no time to grow those kinds of relationships either,” he gently nudged you back, hailing back to your comment about first kisses. “It’s not like there was anyone worthy anyway.”

You two continued walking, and feeling more bold, you wrap your arm around his waist. You weren’t anticipating how far your arm sunk into his waist, and even through his clothes you could feel how slender he was. You had no point of reference for how Reiner looked after he left you, but you knew someone of his stature and breadth should be more substantial. What did they do to him? You wonder silently to yourself.

“Did you miss home, Reiner?” You ask him, as you approach your the small cobblestone path that leads to your home. You stop in front of the path and turn to face him.

He nods earnestly, “I do. It’s been too long, and I should be staying for a while.” He replies. Unconsciously, you take a step toward him, leaving only a few inches between you and him.

“You should come see me again then.” You quietly muse, lifting your head to meet his eyes. His eyes sat in a constant state of stress, and you could see wrinkles bloom around his skin. He tried to smooth it out, letting his eyebrows relax, and he smiled slightly.

“I’d like to do that.” Unknown to either of you, he leaned into you, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder. “I’m really happy to see life has been good to you.”

You couldn’t ignore the implication behind his words. You knew life had treated him unkindly, and you wished it hadn’t. “It was luck really. I could have easily been in your position.”

Reiner shook his head, “You don’t become a child solider and Titan shifter without trying really damn hard, Y/N. i chose this life.” You didn’t know what to say. He chose this life. What circumstances, what desperation lead to him making this choice? Sure, there is free will, but what element of our choices are coercive? You opened your mouth, about to say something but nothing comes out. “I should let you go, get some rest.” Reiner said softly.

You nod. But before you leave, you place your hand back on Reiner’s waist, not knowing why you’re stalling or why you’re leaning in closer to him. He looks at you gravely, “You said you’ve never had your first kiss?” You whispered. Reiner just nodded, his eyes boring into you intensely. You shift your weight, standing firmly on your feet. “Can I change that?” You ask, barely able to look up at him with how close he is to you.

The air between you is hanging with anticipation, and Reiner’s face hardens with concentration. Then, his hand travels up from your shoulder and on to the side of your face.

“Yes,” he replied, feeling out of breath himself. His hands began to feel wiry, and hot, and his heart was beating out of his chest. He was intimidated by the way you looked at him with such constant, and pleasant eyes. The friendly, and almost loving stare you gave him as he slowly leaned in, letting your lips press against his.

You planted a gentle, but firm kiss on his lips, before releasing and hovering right against his lips. You decided to pull him closer by the waist, and kiss him again. Reiner’s lips were smooth, and your stomach flipped as you felt Reiner’s lips move against yours finally. You could taste the spicy bitterness of his drink, and his overgrown stubble brushed against your face as you tilted your head, kissing the other side of his lips.

Reiner made a noise in the back of his throat and he brought his other hand to your face. You tightly wrapped your arms around his waist, letting your forearms sit on top of his hips. A part of you wants to deepen the kiss — to grab his hair and devour his lips greedily, massaging your tongue against his and pulling his bottom lip with your teeth. But this is his first kiss, and you know better, so you keep them sweet. His kisses are shallow, and of undecided pace. Some are long, leaving you to enjoy the moment and melt in his hands, and some are short, his lips pressing against yours, never letting his mouth open up for more than a quick kiss. He was trying out your mouth for the first time, and you wanted to be apart of this fleeting learning curve.

Without any words being exchanged, you gained control of the kiss. He broke away from your lips momentarily, pressing his forehead against yours. You smiled underneath him, and after you caught your breath you stroked the side of his face, and leaned in for another kiss.

This time you let your mouth open further, taking more of Reiner in, and letting him explore your mouth. Immediately he felt the wet rim of your lips, and made another throaty groan, kissing you with a little more confidence. You reciprocated, sighing into his kiss and wrapping your arm around his neck. His lips eagerly glided with yours and soon his hands were slowly roaming your body, never below your hips, or too close to your chest.

Without your initiation, Reiner gently flicks his tongue in your mouth and it gives you butterflies. Your head was spinning, and you were consumed with a feeling of peace, and love. Whether it was the drinks you had earlier in the night, or the fresh wave of nostalgia for the man you were holding, you were overcome with bliss. You had no idea if Reiner would make an effort to see you again, but you really hoped he did.

You slowly introduce your tongue against his, sliding it in during a kiss and then retracting, leaving him to laugh into your mouth as he dove back in, trying to get you to do it again. Reiner was a quick learner, and his rhythm matched with yours in a matter of minutes. You widened your mouth, and tilted your head to the side, gliding your tongue through his teeth and colliding with his tongue.

To set the pace, you slowly flicked his tongue, retreating into the kiss before doing it again, letting your tongues crash against each other. His kisses left you breathless and you could feel tension building with each passing second. Your lips felt like they were made for each other. Soon, Reiner pulled away, planting one more kiss against your lips and tipping his head down, and resting his forehead on your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair, sighing and smiling giddily to yourself.

“How was that Reiner?” You whispered against his head.

Reiner stood up fully, a hand still softly on your shoulder, “Good enough to know I have been missing out,” he replied.

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i-dor-u · 3 years

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reiner braun x reader; at least for now.

NOTE: Hello! I want to deliver my thanks to whoever reads my stuff and shows love! It makes me really happy. Thank you for sticking around. Also, I finally wrote something about Reiner. This drabble is a bit lengthier than the usual. It takes place somewhere in season 1 or early season 2, as Reiner was still part of the Scout Regiment.

pairing: reiner braun x gn!reader;

content warnings: mostly angst, little to no fluff, mentions of sensitive topics (malnutrition, health issues), possible spelling errors;

content synopsis: reiner’s destructive behavior takes a tool not only on him, but on you as well. he will come to realize he’s put you through more concern than he imagined.

word count: 1,032.

currently playing: vangelis — infinitude.

more of my works...

Reiner slumped over, grasping the final of his strength to lean on the wooden sword that barely stabbed into the ground. His harsh breathing cut deeply into the clear air of the training field, you could nearly hear it on the other side; the sparring had began barely ten minutes ago, and Reiner was already over with it.

‘Repress. Repress. Repress…’ is all Reiner repeated to himself, like a mantra.

The least he could do was attempt to subdue his physical pain that was battling his body alongside his lack of sleep and rest of pretty much any sort for the past week.

“Reiner… I told you, we can lay it to rest if you’re not feeling well.” You attentively comment upon seeing Reiner’s struggle that has been going on even before the training began. On the other hand, Reiner’s teeth were gritting inside his mouth. Your lenience and kind manners were not at all an unusual sight to him. However, he couldn’t help but grievously ignore your request. “I will never go back home at this rate,” Reiner spits out, drops of his sweat descending different regions of his body as huffed breaths sneaked between his words, “Get a grip, [Name]. I’ll charge at you.” He frowns authoritatively, as if he had full control of the situation; which he didn’t. That can’t be good. "Right..." a concerned whisper escapes your lips before you stabilize your weight on your feet.

You didn’t dig into the ground too much, though; your body was somewhere in-between dodging a superficial attack and embracing Reiner if his body were to give out, which was most likely the case, given his condition. Pushing forward bare-handed, Reiner absent-mindedly hears the wooden sword touching the ground after the weight of his body abandoned it. He casted the thought to the back of his head, but he still couldn’t avoid the loss of balance which that puny sword had granted him. ‘…Shit.’ The charging didn't go quite as planned. Feeling sick to his stomach, Reiner stopped midway from reaching you. You watched him from a reasonable distance with worry draping over your expression. He involuntarily wraps his hands around his aching stomach before an unpleasant grunt of pain leaves his mouth as the grim reminder of not having had a proper meal in days clouds his mind; there isn’t even anything that he could puke out.

“Reiner! Hang in there, I got you!” Your voice, followed by quick steps in Reiner’s direction, cuts through the thoughts he became lost into. Even so; engulfed by pain, Reiner seems to have entirely forgotten about your presence. Dropping his nearly limp body onto the ground, Reiner squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of the fuzzy and unclear vision that might welcome him, had he opened them. His mouth had already gone dry and his head was spinning, all of it accompanied by his sense of hearing gradually declining. ‘Shit… I think I’m dying.’

"Am I... dead?"

Reiner’s chapped lips leave out a confused whisper as his eyes try to process the wooden brown color of the old and dusty ceiling. Laying down on a bed in an unknown location, he grips the sheets that his tired body was covered with; a confirmation that cadet Braun was very much alive, just deathly exhausted. “Not quite. But almost.” Locked in this strange room, your voice filled with vitality was the only recognizable factor to Reiner. And for that, he was grateful; he preferred hearing your voice over anything. “You passed out back there. It’s been half a day since then. As you might’ve guessed, it was pretty bad.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, you explain after ensuring that Reiner has fully come to. He sighs, looking up at you with his head resting on the warm pillow, “Yeah, I’ve definitely had better days. It’s just…” “Now tell me, why the hell don’t you sleep? Why the hell don’t you eat?” You cut him off relentlessly and abruptly, but you still maintained a somewhat calm tone, “You’ve been dragging yourself around like a slug these days. You dismissed it every time I brought it up. What is, Reiner?” Your question was welcomed with silence. No further words spoken; not by you, nor Reiner. His body seems to have sunk under the perfectly white bed covers, his eyes darting anywhere other than on your silhouette. You sighed quietly, disappointment tearing at your heart.

“Is it something you can’t tell me?” You didn’t expect an answer to this question, either. But the silence engraved by your significant other in the air was definitely a factor of unease. After battling his thoughts and vocal chords, Reiner responds, “Yeah. At least for now.” When faced with his answer, you decided not to push it further. It won’t get you anywhere. At least for now. “I’m sorry,” Reiner continues apologetically; his usually expressive face showed no emotion whatsoever. “It’s okay,” you follow with a dull tone. “It’s not.” Your exchange of words clawed at your throat, pushing you further into the gloomy atmosphere by requiring a few silent tears. “It is.” You speak gently, having your dexterous fingers trace over the design of the nearby nightstand to distract yourself from getting your eyes clouded with those teardrops. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn’t tell if it was the annoyance caused by Reiner not taking your word, or your ambushing emotions that wouldn’t leave you alone even this once. Just this once. Breathing out, you feel your eyebrows quivering at your inhumane attempts to hold your tears back. Succumbing to tears in the presence of somebody had nothing to do with you. However, your overwhelming thoughts seem to have been put at ease once your waist meets warm, strong hands surrounding them in a safe grip. You reacted with a quiet gasp, but did not protest; you knew Reiner was at work. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, Reiner spoke with a sleepy tone, “Just some more time.” You capture his warm yet calloused hands into your much softer ones, allowing yourself to be driven by his convincing words once again. “That’s all I ask of you, [Name].”

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #reiner braun #reiner x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #reader insert #fan fiction #reiner braun x reader #attack on titan reiner #❲⌕❳ loading maze...

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cookietonwrites · 3 years

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New fic 👀

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33462823

To You, The Only Reason I Have Left by SirCookieton for Museflight

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Mature

F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Tags

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Ymir (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Zeke Yeager, Pieck Finger, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Gelgar (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Bertholdt switching sides au, Tagging as I go, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,Utgard castle

Summary

He doesn’t know what made him decide in the moment. Perhaps it was simply the idea of being free in a place where they wouldn’t be spat at for their blood, or executed for betrayal. Perhaps it was pure selfishness.

Or perhaps it was because he wanted to protect the only thing he had left.

Language: English

Words: 5,558 Chapters: 1/?

#Attack On Titan #Shingeki No Kyojin #Bertholdt Hoover #Reiner Braun #fan fiction #fics #my fics #AU

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whereidropmywriting · 3 years

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Save him

“You know it’s really pissing me off that you’re not talking, Historia.” Faye glared at Historia.

Historia sat up a little straighter, but didn’t meet Faye’s eyes. It had been a little over a week since Historia has spoken. She had told everyone her story and then she lost her voice.

“All you do is mope around all day!” Faye pulled tighter on her ponytail and looked toward the floor. “I know you’re still sad about Ymir, but you’re not the only one who lost someone that day.”

Historia looked to Faye, watching her fidget with some hair that had fallen loose. She had forgotten. Historia had been so overcome with her own feelings of grief at losing Ymir that she had forgotten.

“Faye, I’m sorry. I know how you must feel.” Her blue eyes dropped to the ground again. “I know you and Reiner-“

“To hell with Reiner.” The hardness of Faye’s voice startled Historia. “Honestly, at least you know Ymir made her choice to protect you. That she actually cared about you.”

Faye looked up to Historia, green eyes meeting blue. Historia could see the tears that Faye had so desperately tried to hide. Historia reached out and put her hand on top of Faye’s hand.

“Faye, don’t do that to yourself.”

Faye pulled her hands back and leaned back in her chair. Rubbing the tears from her eyes. She took a steadying breath before meeting Historia’s sympathetic gaze.

“Look, whatever Reiner and I had is gone. If we ever actually had anything.” Her voice trailed off. “When we find him he’s going to have to kill him. And I’m going to be the one to do it. I have to.”

“Faye, you don’t have to do that. You can let us handle it.”

“I do.” Faye sighed allowed,” If you could save Ymir, would you do it?”

Historia didn’t answer for a long while, “No. She made her choice. It wouldn’t be fair if I changed it.”

Faye hummed to herself thoughtfully. “I think would give just about anything to save Reiner.”

Historia didn’t have time to respond before the book was shoved open. Armin stood in the doorway.

“Sorry to interrupt. Captain Levi wanted us to finish up some chores before he gets back. Everyone’s waiting in the kitchen.”

“Of course.” Faye pushed herself out of the chair and followed Armin, stopping at the door way and looked back to Historia. “We have to let them go, Historia. It’s the only way we can keep living.”

Historia glanced up at Faye, unsure how to respond. Faye sighed again and headed out toward the kitchen where the others were waiting, her head flooded with thoughts.

She knew she had to let Reiner go, she couldn’t save him. She just didn’t know if she could.

#reiner braun #historia reiss #oc #imagine #fan fiction #fanfiction #aot #attack on Titan #snk

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anystalker707 · 10 months

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Behind locked doors (1/2)

Pairing: Reiner Braun x [gender neutral] Tybur! Reader Summary: You just want to have fun with that damn hot soldier. Tags: Forbidden relationship kinda thing / Penetration (no gendered description) / Choking / Harsh / One line of dirty talk

MASTERLIST

Reiner quietly watched you walk around with your older brother and a few other military officers trailing behind you while the commander seemed to lead the way. He cleaned his throat, adjusting his uniform as the talk among the others faded, substituted by attempts to fix their hair or their posture. This nervousness hung in the air and crawled under their skin, making them tense up with each step you and the others took closer.

“Now,” Commander Magath said, but it was directed to you and your brother. “I want you to meet who fights for our motherland right now. I’m sure you only knew their predecessors.”

Having the Tyburs in Marley during such a moment of uncertainty and agitation was like having the hand of a deity reaching out to fix Marley’s wounds—this time, it wasn’t just a palliative and the Tybur family there for their occasional appearances to put pressure on the military and appease the population. The new agitation in Paradis was enough to have Willy Tybur bringing the War Hammer Titan into the show, and even the highest ranks in the military had no idea of their identity. As of what seemed, anyone in the present part of the family could have the titan.

Despite Willy being the head of the family, you were there, too, tagging along with your older brother everywhere. Could you be the shifter? Probably not. They wouldn’t risk you, then. Whatever your function was, no one ever provided any explanation.

Opposite to the friendly—and probably fake—smile on Willy’s face, you instead had that cold gaze. You looked all the soldiers up and down, scanning all of them. Were you also one of those people who despised Eldians? That’d be quite hypocritical, but anyone was far from caring about that.

When your gaze fell upon him, Reiner felt his breath stop in his throat, freezing at the way your eyes scanned his uniform until meeting his own. There was something in your gaze that he couldn’t quite decipher, but still made something stir inside him.

As the others talked, you kept looking around, stepping away, and darting off until Reiner felt a hand on his forearm.

“Could you perhaps show me around?” Your voice was quiet as you looked at him from under your lashes with such a gaze.

Reiner needed a couple of seconds to make sure he still had himself together before he nodded and took a step, confirming you were coming along before he started walking.

Sun shone down on the quarters and, like usual, the kids were being trained and yelled at by the instructors as they raced with all that heavy equipment, but still had unwavering determination. The voices started becoming evident according to how the two of you approached them, the screams and cheers turning into actual words.

“I see there’s a training going on.” You observed the kids, eyebrows knitted together.

“They’re the candidates to be the next warriors for Marley,” Reiner explained plainly as he walked a few steps after you, his hands clasped behind his back. “They’ve been on intense training ever since being chosen.”

“I see,” you mumbled, raising your eyebrows and resuming the blank face you had on now and then. It wasn’t easy to read. Still, Reiner didn’t try to think too much about it, only following as you made your way around a building, heading over to the back of it.

A few trees littered the area, which had a wall limiting it. There weren’t even windows on the back of the quarters; there was nothing to see, hence it wasn’t even a guarded place, really, only with occasional rounds. Reiner was about to let you know about it when the words died on his tongue and his back met the wall, knocking some air from his lungs.

Reiner’s eyes widened as he looked at you, your hands tight around the lapel of his uniform jacket’s lapel as you pinned him to the wall. Your eyes observed him with a new air now, with actual interest.

“You’re a strong guy, Mr soldier,” you mumbled, “nothing that one wouldn’t expect from the Armor himself. Also, quite...” The words trailed into silence as your eyes went from his face to his chest and down.

Reiner wanted to say something, but the most he could do was clean his throat and inhale.

“You don’t have that pride the others have.” You blinked, that piercing gaze finding out more than he wished to let anyone else know. Whatever you muttered next sounded too unclear, but it didn’t matter once your lips pressed to his.

The dinner with the Tyburs meant reinforced guard. Reiner and Galliard were around just in case. Galliard was outside, but Reiner continued in the dining room because he ‘had a feeling’, standing there with the other guards as he observed all those people sit and eat as if they were worth something more than him and his comrades just because of the blood that ran in their veins.

Unlike Willy, you didn’t talk a lot, only making additional comments whenever you considered needed, but your voice was still too quiet for Reiner to catch on anything, as much as he tried to. Why did he care, anyways?

Reiner left the dining room after all of those people did. If it were a while ago, he would be mentally judging their careless manners while watching their back, but now, things were just so confusing after being confronted with everything he had learned in Paradis that his mind was just blank. He only kept absentmindedly walking until suddenly pulled into a room.

Fuck, was Eren there to get his hands on the Marley Titans? Reiner couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but he knew full well that the soft hand that rested upon his lips preventing him from screaming was too soft to be from an officer or any sort of fighter in general, so it couldn’t be that bad, right?

The hand slowly slipped off Reiner once he relaxed his shoulders, and the only stripe of light that entered the room slowly vanished into nothing once the door closed and the lock clicked. His breath was slow as he observed it, but it caught in his throat again the moment the lights turned on and he saw you standing there in that office that even he didn’t know who it belonged to. You observed Reiner up and down, and just that was enough to send a shiver down his body.

Were you expecting him to say something? Did Reiner need to do anything right now?

“I didn’t think you would...” Reiner’s voice sounded too loud in that small room.

You just pushed yourself back, sitting on top of the desk, pushing some stuff to the side to open some space. “It’s rare finding some guy like you. Good looking, tall, strong...” You mumbled, scanning Reiner again, and bit down on your lip. “Hot. And I always have my family on my tail preventing me from having whatever I want because ‘a Tybur can’t risk anything in this world’. What’s wrong with me having fun right now that they’re not so focused on me?”

A smile showed up on your face as you spread your legs and Reiner immediately took that as an invitation, stepping closer to stand between them. His breath hitched in his throat a little when your arms wrapped around his neck, your face just centimeters away from his, again.

Reiner’s heart was beating so loud that he wondered if you could hear it, in that small, muffled room.

“Come on, soldier,” you whispered, pulling Reiner closer. “You got all that size for nothing?”

Reiner’s hand was clasped over your mouth to try and prevent the sounds from escaping it every time his hips would meet your ass, slamming inside you just deliciously as he had you bent over that office’s table. Your knuckles were white around the table’s edge and some stuff that previously rested on it was now scattered on the ground.

The hand Reiner had around your hip sank deeply into the skin, holding firmly enough to make you believe you’d have bruises to hide later.

“Can you imagine... if someone saw us right now?” Reiner breathed in your ear, adjusting his hand over your mouth—the way you drooled had made it damp. “A spoiled Tybur being fucked like this by a filthy Eldian and enjoying it?” He breathed a chuckle then moaned when a specific thrust reached just the right spot inside you, making your eyes roll back into your head as you clenched tightly around him.

The idea Reiner put in your mind stirred something inside you, making you quiver under him and become whinier, all summed up to the way he kept thrusting exactly in that angle that made you clench and go weak. You could feel your release approaching but you doubted he would stop just because of an orgasm since he had made sure to already give you one while only preparing you.

“Damn,” Reiner’s breath was hot against your neck, as hot as his body pressing to yours just fine, his chest pressed to your back and brushing against it as he moved. The same chest you had your mouth all over just a while ago.

Reiner’s hand went from your hip to your ass, squeezing the skin as if testing it before his palm met it in a sharp slap that snatched a high-pitched sound from your lips, muffled into his fingers. He groaned, trailing down to grope on your thigh as he kept thrusting, only making a brief pause so he could hook his hand under your knee to bring your leg up; his other hand let go of your face so he could wrap his arm around your torso instead, keeping you bend over the desk.

The new position created a different frame for him to fuck into, allowing Reiner to reach that same spot easier, and it just snatched that orgasm from you in a matter of seconds. Reiner’s name among other babbling spilled from your lips in a string of moans as he hissed, trying to contain himself while keeping moving his hips, feeling you throb around him so nice and good.

“Ah, fuck,” Reiner cursed. He pulled away, ignoring your whine at the emptiness as he helped you turn over to lie with your back on the desk, practically manhandling you.

You were barely used to it when Reiner already had a hand holding your leg up by your thigh to push back into you, cock throbbing as it met that delicious warmth and tightness of your insides once again. He looked at you and the light makeup that once decorated your eyes was now smudged, leaving behind the trails that the tears made—and kept making—on your face due to simply how good he was able to make you feel.

Reiner couldn’t handle it, taking a deep breath as his hand took hold of your neck, holding around it just enough to give you that extra sparkle of pleasure, and he just couldn’t hold it back anymore. He gave his best in those last thrusts, not caring about how the desk under the two of you even rocked a little with his movements. His index finger and thumb sank under your jaw by each side of it to keep your head down and give him the best look of your face when you felt him finishing inside you, his thrusts turning shallow as he rode down from his high.

No disgust laced your face, no—you pressed your eyes shut and bit on your lip while muffling a groan. “Ah, shit,” you mumbled, voice still weak, your moan coming out high-pitched when Reiner slowly pulled off you. He clicked his tongue, observing the cum drip out of your hole while he muttered something under his breath.

Reiner took hold of your jaw, turning your head towards his so he could give you another kiss, slowly easing you down as well. His thumb ran along your cheek in a light touch, hand eventually going down to caress the back of your neck in a soothing motion.

“You good?” Reiner whispered between kisses, still a little out of breath.

You could just nod in response, eyes barely open as you observed him. He smiled a little bit, sighing as he held onto your waist; his touch was now light and comforting, almost as if he weren’t the same person who was deep into you seconds ago. That was exactly what you needed, whatsoever.

“Very,” you finally muttered in response as your arms snaked around his neck.

⋆｡‧₊°꧁ ༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻ ꧂‧₊˚.⋆

PART TWO

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #reiner braun #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #smut #imagine #oneshot #eren yaeger #jean kirschstein #fan fic #fan fiction #reiner x reader

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peace-for-levi · 2 years

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Appassionato [Pianist!Levi x GN!Reader]

@maries-gallery GREATEST HEADCANON REQUEST EVERRRR! As a piano teacher on weekends and someone studying piano accompaniment and performance at uni, this sent me OVER THE EDGE! ILYSM THANKS FOR THIS! I added a bit of plot and some. this was meant to be <1000 words but it ended up being double. oh well. that's what pianist levi does to me.

I provide some definitions and explanations of context and culture that can be found within the classical music industry at the end if needed.

AN: I am aware that this is VERY unrealistic, but this IS fiction. So please don’t correct me on the happenings pertaining to the headcanons - I simply don’t need to be. Happy for feedback anywhere else!

Content warning: music mumbo-jumbo and terminology, sensual touching and smut. MDNI.

Levi Ackerman was a very busy man. Having won the Stohess International Piano Competition five years ago, the thirty-two year old was catapulted to fame for his sensitive touch, profound musicality and uncompromisingly strict and perfect technique. His fingers could play with the lightness of a feather for some solo works but could pound out the melodies perfectly and proudly for the big Rachmaninoff concertos.

As a touring concert pianist, he was well-travelled and extremely cultured and it shaped him into a better person. From working constantly with people of different nationalities and cultures, the man commanded and displayed respect everywhere and it really made a difference. Constantly interviewed and invited to play at festivals and had now three CDs under his belt with leading recording labels.

It wouldn’t be an understatement to say you were a massive fan. And naturally, when he announced a sabbatical citing mental fatigue from all the travelling, you were heartbroken.

And so, you kept focusing on your masters degree in piano performance. It was no surprise that Levi had many fans such as yourself eager to follow his footsteps in entering the prestigious Stohess International Piano Competition.

You spent hours practicing and practicing and auditioning for masterclasses. When you finally got accepted for a masterclass with another pianist you admired, they called out sick… but the masterclass wasn’t cancelled?

Wearing your concert black, you stepped onto the stage being first on. You recognised the voice instantly from all the interviews.

“You’re [F/n] [L/n], yeah? Sit down and show me what you’re presenting today.”

“I’ll be playing Rach 3.” You announced.

“I see…” his eyes widening in admiration. It’s not that he’s never heard it played in a masterclass before, but it is an extremely exhausting piece physically and mentally. Anyone presenting it had to be commended. “If that’s the case, if you wouldn’t mind going from the end of the second movement leading to the two chords before the Alla Breve, then continuing on.” He requested. [go to 29.50 in this video for context. Alla Breve starts at 30.14]

You swore your heart skipped several beats as you sat down. Your accompanist sat beside you on the piano as you presented the third movement. He was kind enough to let you play through the whole thing before working on the nitty-gritty aspects.

Your technique wasn’t solid, but you were musical and expressive. You had something that couldn’t be taught. But at the moment, you simply weren’t good enough for international competitions and it was no surprise your heart broke when he said the following: “You’re great, not excellent, though.”

Maybe it was the stress of preparing for your masterclass today and picking the hardest piano concerto to present, maybe it was your idol not immediately liking you, maybe you were just tired… but that comment knocked your confidence and you stood up mid-masterclass and hurried off the stage. Levi extended his arm out but you were gone before he could call you back. Remaining as professional as he could, he called Reiner Braun - another pianist in your programme - but Levi could not focus on the blond male… He didn’t have what you had.

You felt so silly for getting up and leaving mid-masterclass. The classical music industry was BRIMMING with rejection, and it wasn’t the first time you had been rejected before. But ouch, this incident just hurt your pride a bit too much.

You packed your things in your practice room - your coat, umbrella and your bag - before exiting the building of your music college. You had only walked a block or two away when you heard your name being called.

Levi Ackerman… calling your name?

You whirled around and saw him shielding his face as he ran up to you, joining you under the umbrella.

“You don’t normally get upset at those comments like that, do you?” he asked.

“Well, uh-- No, I guess it just hurts when it comes from your favourite pianist…” you explained, bashfully. Thank god for the rain or he would have either heart beating or seeing your face flush.

“I never got to finish what I was going to say to you because I can’t show favouritism so openly…” he began before he cleared his throat. He pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and pen and began to scribble something down. “It’s true. You’re great, not excellent… but I intend to make you excellent.” And passed you the slip of paper.

You looked down at the piece of paper that had an address and a number. “Y-You’re-- wait, what?!”

“It’s exactly what you think,” he turned around and began to walk home - you two just so happened to live in the same city right now - and as the rain began to enshroud him in the dark, you heard a, “Don’t wait to text me. Do it soon before I change my mind.”

Levi Ackerman was a very strict teacher, despite how calm and collected he appeared to be on stage and in interviews. He cursed a lot, scrutinized and studied your not-as-good technique like a hawk eyeing its prey. You also noticed the obscene amount of tea he was able to drink.

As strict as he was, he was still kind when he perhaps overwhelmed you. Sometimes he did work you to tears but he explained to you many a time that it was rare - very rare - he recruited someone under his wing. He knew you had the potential and he told you that and that sometimes, his expectations were sometimes unrealistic. And he meant that in the nicest way possible.

He was also the tutor to explain with examples to allow you to learn by yourself. You always marvelled at the way his fingers caressed the keys, there was something angelic about his lithe, skilled fingers. But the contrast when he played something so loud and almost bombastic. (One time, he showed you part of the first movement from Beethoven’s Hammerklavier Sonata, and you almost passed out.)

One time, he noticed you stretching your wrists before playing.

“Are your hands okay?”

“I mean, they’re fine! A bit too stiff this morning for my liking.”

“Don’t play!” he quickly cried. He stood up from the seat next to the piano where you sat every week for your two hour lesson and went to fetch something from his bathroom. He came back and sat down, taking your hands in his. “I can’t have you getting RSI on me. Some people’s playing careers go down the drain once they get too injured so always treat any soreness or aches with utmost seriousness.” He warned.

You felt your cheeks get hot as he smoothed aloe vera oil all over your hands and wrists, along for your forearms.

“How’s your neck? Or your shoulders, are they sore also?” he inquired. His voice may sound monotonous compared to others, but you could tell there was a lot of concern laced in his tone right now. You nodded and without asking, he began to smooth some on your shoulders and neck. You shivered at his touch and while he noticed the heat radiating from you and the shivering from his touches, he decided to say nothing about it.

After all, that was just an excuse for him to touch you so he couldn’t really tease you about it. Nor would he tease you about the lingering looks you gave him or the way your pupils dilated whenever he answered the door… besides, he was in the same situation.

“We’re not going to play today.” He announced swiftly and sat down on his seat.

“W-What can we do instead?” you inquired.

“Well, we can listen to recordings or you can score-read. I feel bad that I can’t teach you or give you no lesson, but I’d hate it if your hands got worse.”

You shook your head. “Levi, it’s just a dull ache! I’m fine--” you stopped when his hands began to gently massage yours.

God, he was obsessed with you now; both your playing and you as a person. “We are not going to play today.” He repeated. “I don’t know what we can do since you came all this way here but--”

“Can we just… talk?”

He was more than happy to. He would feign chattiness in interviews but the poor introvert would then collapse in his hotel afterwards after a long day, chatter ringing in his head. But he got none of that from you. You both talked about tea, playing piano growing up, your likes and dislikes and sure enough, you two spent hours talking.

It was when you came back from the singing recital with a bottle of wine Levi had invited you to that the feelings were undeniable. Throughout the opera, all you could think of was him and him you. The soprano sang the most beautiful coloratura and lieder, but when his hand landed on your thigh halfway through - that was it, you were fucked.

Literally.

When he invited you back to his house, his hands were on you in an instant and you finally got to see if your fantasies about this man and his wonderful hands were true. Would he caress you gently the way he played Suite Bergamasque, or would he be rough and passionate?

Between the “you’re so talented, [F/n]” and the “Move in with me, I need you to spend more time with me”, you determined he was definitely on the softer side when in the bedroom. Soft didn’t mean boring. His fingers had you seeking orgasm after orgasm after orgasm that night. That and his skillful tongue, but naturally, his fingers stole the show.

The way his hands held your face as he entered you, you were sure you could see stars the moment it happened. Contentment glossed over your eyes and the way his thumb stroked your cheek, or how his hands rubbed circles into your hips, or the way his hands gently flipped you over to enter you again… was this man good at everything?

Levi Ackerman had wonderful hands and even more wonderful fingers, you determined.

And it was something you got to experience time and time again once you moved in.

You got to experience him sharing his wisdom, still giving you unbiased feedback about your playing, you got to experience him at your graduation. And after some time…

“And the winner of the Stohess International Piano Competition is… [F/n] [L/n]!”

You got to witness him being part of the crowd giving you the standing ovation.

...

Alla breve: This means cut common time. I.E., two minim beats in every bar.

Rachamninoff concert no. 3: Rachmaninoff was a Russian composer with freakishly large hands thus making his compositions extremely difficult. His third piano concerto is probably the hardest piano concerto out there and it shows mastery of the instrument in my opinion.

Hammerklavier Sonata: Literally translates in to 'Hammer Piano Sonata', by Beethoven. one of the hardest and most technically demanding pieces in the solo piano repertoire.

International Piano Competitions: these are competitions that are open to all pianists of all nationalists. typically between the ages of 18 - 32. the prize normally includes a grand some of money, concert arrangements in prestigious venues and signing with record label. the competitions can be very unfair/too subjective and aren't thought of highly, but it is how people typically launch solo career paths.

coloratura: a vocal melody that is elaborate with runs, trills, wide leaps

Suite Bergamasque: One of Debussy's most famous pieces - it features Claire de Lune!

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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

a/n: hey everyone! hope you enjoy these college headcanons! part two can be found here! warning for nsfw in jean's, and mentions of alcohol/partying throughout!

jean kirstein

jean shows up to college thinking it’s gonna be high school part two, and quickly gets put in his place

his old antics (for both school and girls) won’t fly anymore, so he tries his hardest at both

i personally see jean as not the smartest, most gifted kid (in college!) but definitely one of the hardest workers

this man comes in pre-law and changes to sports management real quick

he definitely plays some kind of club sport, lacrosse or basketball or maybe even both and he is way too into it

like club lacrosse is his life.

he 100% has eyes for cheerleaders, because he loves idea of someone rooting for him, and if you are one, then it’s instantaneous

he notices you at one of his games, giving a shove to conny and asking if he knew who you were

which is met with “what do i look like, a phone book?”

he builds up the courage to ask you out eventually, to which of course you agree, and it’s pretty much a happy ending after that

makes for a lot of sweaty, post-match sex, with him still in his jersey and you in your uniform hiked up

reiner braun

frat bro reiner is a business major with a focus on finance

reiner is the guy who dedicates 100% of his time to school during the weekdays, and the weekends are for the bros

he’s the first in the library, last to leave lecture because he stayed behind to get clarifications, and pretty much aces everything

halloweekend, he decides to drag annie and bertholdt to a party, because they are in desperate need of letting loose

probably dressed up as something mildly douche-y that didn’t require a lot of thought: a foot ball player jersey with eye black improvised by annie

he is a heavy-weight if you’ve ever seen one, probably on his fifth cup of cheap beer and not even slightly buzzed

annie and bertholdt are sloshed, so he keeps one eye on them to make sure they’re alright

you, on the other hand, are serving as designated-driver for the night and sipping on soda

i think any kind of sweet, innocent costume (angel, fairy, woodland creature) would get his attention immediately

he goes over to you to try to make conversation, and finds himself stumbling over his words even though he just swore he wasn’t tipsy yet

but you find it cute, and given how you have seen him before around campus, studying all the damn time, you’re pleasantly surprised to find a sweet, interesting guy making conversation with you at a halloween party

eventually, your friends take off with their hook-ups, and reiner is left behind alone too after making sure everyone had a safe ride home

with no one left besides you two and his passed out friends, you offer him and his roommates a ride back to his dorm

after dropping annie off, you arrive at the dorm and help lug a blacked-out bertholdt to their room

you say goodnight and as you leave, feeling bold, you leave your number on the whiteboard hanging on their door

so that then turns into coffee-and-studying dates, and eventually a relationship before too long

armin arlert

i think we all know what armin is like in college: marine biology major and history minor

this is an effortless genius, so unlike reiner, he doesn’t have to spend all his time studying

i think armin would be the kind of guy who has school and life figured out, and he slowly realizes a healthy relationship is the one thing missing from his life

there’s honestly plenty of people who want to date him, if he had ever cared to return any of their gazes

i honestly see him being oblivious, so when a fellow classmate asks if he wants to study together, he goes “oh, sorry, i wasn’t really planning on studying, but maybe eren wants a study-buddy, i’ll let him know for you!” instead of realizing that was someone flirting

so it’s the same for you

you’re taking the marine sci class as a last resort, everything else was completely filled up, and you just had to get out of that physics class

but all this talk about oceans and sea-creatures is even worse, somehow. to put it short, you’re struggling, and armin is the kid who raises his hand at every question without so much as jotting down a note during lecture

you know mikasa through a friend-of-a-friend type situation, and ask her if armin would be willing to tutor you sometime

doesn’t matter that part of the reason you’re doing so poorly is because you’re staring at the back of his head most of class

armin and you get together to study on a saturday evening, and what began as a recap on the history of the ocean quickly turns into laughing, talking, and then “you wanna go grab something to eat?”

for someone so smart, he’s really dense

he thinks you’re being friendly and doesn’t want to assume you’re thinking this is a ‘date’ even though you’re internally screaming

it takes you leaning in for a kiss after he’s walked you back to your dorm for it to click

needless to say, he wasn’t quite so oblivious after that

eren yeager

eren was determined to get into the same college as armin and mikasa

my man is undecided, and then sociology after he’s forced to pick

not exactly a fuckboy, not exactly a stoner, just somewhere in between

procrastinates doing work and submits every thing a day late, even though he probably would have gotten full marks if it was on time

him and mikasa decide to take a marine bio class with armin, and he ends up falling asleep during lecture

i don’t see him going for a goody-two shoes type that wants to reform him, because he just wouldn’t want to deal with that

it’s not a toxic relationship, but pretty close to one

on again, off again ever since the two of you met in a dingy frat basement, absolutely hammered, and hooked up

this boy does not want to admit that he’s caught feelings, but eventually it comes to that because he is very much the jealous type

catches you engaging in polite conversation with reiner and he is seeing white in seconds

he realizes he has to make you his

marco bott

the most wholesome nursing major with a minor in english because he is a sucker for lit

i don’t think there is any shortage of girls who want to be with marco, just given how sweet and genuine he is

that being said, i feel like the few time he’s wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, they haven’t reciprocated/just saw him as a friend

which isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but because he’s a mature angel, he doesn’t hold that against anyone

instead, he kind of succumbs to this false idea that people want to be his friend, and not his girlfriend, which he’s a little insecure about

that’s why i think you and marco would have idiot best friends to lovers, featuring everyone around you knowing how head over heels you both are except the two of you

you two meet in a particularly challenging class, and not recognizing anyone, you both turn to the friendliest face in the room to make study-buddies with

over a whole semester of late-night cramming (and talking), scribbling smiley faces on flashcards, and good luck texts before the exam, you realize how much you’re gonna miss constantly hanging out with marco

and on his end, he’s complaining to jean about how after the final, you two won’t have any reason to keep talking

“so ask her out then, you idiot”

“she probably doesn’t think of me like that…”

“are you blind?” jean says, with a roll of his eyes

after the class has ended and you’re both headed back home for winter break, you work up the nerve to text marco one last time

“let me know if you ever need help studying for another class :)”

you have no idea that he’s over the moon, and that finally brings an end to your friendship, and starts your relationship

bertholdt hoover

mister bertholdt is structural design and architecture major

there’s basically six of those total in your entire college, so he definitely gets a bit isolated/lonely sometimes

he basically came to college with reiner & annie, and figured he didn’t really need more friends than that

so when they’re busy, he’s just by himself

annie definitely makes fun of him for not spreading his wings and flying out of the metaphorical nest, but he’s comfortable with how it is

not a huge fan of the party scene, and prefers a quiet night of studying

i feel like you and him would be the last two studying in the library most nights, and sometimes walk out together after the librarian reminds you both the building is closing

so, when reiner and annie drag him to a party one weekend, he’s shocked to see you there too with outgoing friends of your own

he’s used to seeing you in the bright fluorescent lighting of the library, so this dim, hazy room after the shots have already gone to his head is hard to take in

you two eventually end up talking after your friends push you towards him

“funny seeing you here.” “i could say the same to you.”

he already has a crush (you do too, but he doesn’t want to accept that) so the alcohol inhibits his usual caution

a little bit of dancing, a lot of sitting on the pavement outside while looking at the moon, stars, and each other, topped off with a first-kiss starts your relationship

levi ackerman

teaching assistant levi is a staple of your college

almost infamous, really

you count your lucky blessings that he’s still a year or so away from graduating with his ph.d. in molecular biology and that he’s ta’ing this microbiology class

you’ve definitely heard all sorts of rumors, but you really don’t know what’s truth and fiction

he definitely hasn’t slept with a third of his students (right?) but the lingering way he looks at you isn’t helping quell your thoughts

technically speaking, teaching assistants and students are not allowed to date, interact, etc

until the semester in which you are their student is completed, at least

it doesn’t take long after that for you two to constantly run into each other

“how’re your new classes going? any hot ta’s?” he asks, sipping his tea from the bookstore cafe. you choke on your hot chocolate.

all this being said, you’re an upperclassmen about to graduate, possibly start a ph.d. or masters program yourself. i see him teaching upper-level courses exclusively.

it’s not long after that you admit your feelings to each other, since after all, there’s no time to waste

erwin smith

you’re a second year masters program in the history department. your specialization is military history, so of course professor smith is assigned as your thesis advisor.

i mean, he’s only written several textbooks on the subject

on first sight, you can’t believe he’s a professor. because certainly, this is a some cruel twist of fate. he’s closer to your age than some of his colleagues.

you both try to keep it strictly professional

at first least. this gets gradually harder and harder

there’s a certain chemistry there neither of you can deny.

having a mutual interest in the same subjects doesn’t help too much either. suddenly, you guys are spending hours pouring over topics for his next textbook and your thesis.

the conversation continues over chinese food in his office, long after the rest of the building has cleared out for their friday evenings

“well, i won’t keep you any longer. i’m sure you have much better plans on a friday night than talking military policy with me.”

“there is no where else i’d rather be.”

hope you all liked it! :)

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jeanbeaux · 3 years

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AOT BOYS AND THE MOVIES THEY WOULD FUCK YOU TOO

a/n: 18+! (bc this is horny crack) my comrade bby @smoochiesdiarie sent me a sexii movie watching scenario with jean and so this crack idea was born. one of these happened to me so have fun guessing which. in all seriousness there are some great movies on here check em out by yourself or with a special friend.

eren jaeger: kill bill vol. 2

— he told you he wanted to watch a Tarantino movie and you were thanking god it wasn’t Pulp Fiction, but it was worse

jean kirstein: brokeback mountain

— y’all know the joke i don’t have to say it again, he does cry at the end of the movie though (sensitive baby)

armin arlet: atonement

— romantic sexy king you went off with this choice

connie springer: shrek

— pauses eating you out to ask how donkey and dragon had babies and dives back in like nothing ever happened

reiner braun: hercules

— he really wanted it to be wholesome. then you asked who had the bigger tits: him or herc

bertholt hoover: the handmaiden

— man started the movie night off with parasite (socialist king) and then hit you with this one he has MOVES

marco bott: love & other drugs

— another king of romance

porco galliard: sausage party

— he’s a seth rogen fan what can he say

zeke jaeger: godzilla vs. kong

— he pauses mid stroke to tell why kong should have won

erwin smith: ghost

— a classic choice for a classic man

levi ackerman: tidying up with marie kondo

— it’s not a movie, i know

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hangekitty · 3 years

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Hello everyone! I am not new to tumblr but this a new account for my fanfictions! I’ve already written a variety of personal work which I’ll upload, but my inbox is OPEN to requests and questions! Please click the keep reading to view all of my rules/guidelines 💕

MASTERLIST found here: LINK

30 Days of pride MASTERLIST found here: LINK

SIDE NOTE: this is not my primary tumblr blog, this is in fact my secondary. If you reply in the comments of a post and see a response from trippy-reptile (@trippy-reptile ) that is my main blog! For some reason I can’t reply with hangekitty so don’t be alarmed or confused when you see another blog replying to you!

Here are my rules to make things easier; when the ball is rolling I will make a master-list!

This is an 18+ based account but includes 16+ safe themes (such as fluff, comfort etc)

All NSFW posts will be tagged and labelled as such with “18+” so there will absolutely be smut included in that specific request. If you are under the age I will just ask you to scroll.

I am primarily a character x reader blog, but I may divulge in character x characters.

I will absolutely do headcanons! In fact they are just as fun as writing full fan fictions / one shots

I exclusively write AOT and Black Butler, you can request characters from other anime/manga but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to write them!

I am happy to write any genre unless it falls under my “NO NO” category which I’ll disclose below. I am happy to write fluff, angst, smut, comfort etc

Please be patient between requests, I am a working gal and will be writing requests when I am not at my job!

My NO NO list:

Pedophilia, scat, incest, self harm, vore, homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, torture and Eren.

My blog is:

LGBTQ+ friendly! I can write for female, male and non binary readers - all pronouns and sexualities welcome!

Favourite AoT characters I write for:

Miche/Mike Zacharias

Hange Zoe

Reiner Braun

Nile Dok/Dawk

Erwin Smith

Pieck Finger

Jean Kirstein

Yelena

Levi Ackerman

AoT Characters I will not write for:

Floch Forester

Eren Jeagar

That’s it lol

Favourite Black Butler characters I write for:

Sebastian Michaelis

Undertaker

Bard

Finny

Mey-Rin

Any of the Reapers

Grell Sutcliffe (she/her pronouns)

Book of Circus characters

Black Butler characters I will not write for:

Any child characters; they will of course be present in my work (like Ciel), but I will not write x readers for them.

Remember!!!

The more specific the request, the better idea I have to know what YOU want! Just have fun with it, and I am excited to hear all of your requests! 💖🌸

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fayesrossua · 2 years

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REINER BRAUN: CAR CAMP-OUT

This story is NSFW and has 18+ content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THANK YOU

Prompt: Modern AU. Reiner x F!READER. You and Reiner go camping for your anniversary — everything is smooth until one night, a huge spider crawls across your face, sending you into total panic mode. You sulk, feeling bad for yourself and scared that Reiner is mad at you. He reassures you everything is okay, and goes the extra mile to make you feel better ;)

WC: 2.9k

Warning/tags: mention of spiders. spiders on face. crying, hyperventilating, panic attack, overthinking. Reiner comforts you. Making out. Fondling, dry humping, French kiss, touching each other through clothes. Oral sex (male receiving), hand job (female receiving),multiple orgasm, doggystyle, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, praising, hair grabbing, unprotected sex, creampie. ITS A WHOLESOME AND SMUTTY STORY BASICALLY.

Nicknames used: babe, baby, Princess, Daddy

Notes: When trying to come up with an idea for a smut fic, I randomly remembered the time where i went camping and my friend woke the entire site up because a spider was crawling on her. We had to shake out the entire tent and she was a mess the rest of the trip ☠️

ENJOY!! 🥰🖤

You wanted to go home - fuck, you were so done with this trip. For your anniversary Reiner suggested you two go camping for the weekend. You agreed gleefully, having fond memories of camping as a child. The late nights by the fire, the fleece hoodies that wrapped kept you warm in the brisk mornings, and the smell of the damp forest around you - you thought you liked camping. But now you were here, sitting in the car and watching as Reiner broke apart the tent, shaking it all out. A spider got in your tent, and went crawling all over your face.

It was all a blur, your screaming came before anything else as a black, fuzzy blur was covering your periphery. You swatted at your face, screeching and running out of the tent. The worst part, you knew you were being dramatic, but it felt too late to let up now. Why do I have to ruin this? You thought to yourself. Everything had been going smoothly - and panic began bubbly in your chest. An aching, threatening feeling building in your throat. You wanted to cry. God, you were so scared that Reiner was mad at you. So scared you had inconvenienced him and pissed him off. Your mind began wandering to the worst conclusions possible, and hot tears began brimming at your eyes. “I’m so fucking stupid,” you whisper laugh to yourself, the tears starting to fall. You sit, feeling beside yourself when the car door opens. Reiner cranes his head, wiping his forehead and looking down at you,

“Babe i squashed the spider, and the tent is put back—“ he notices your crying “Baby, what’s wrong?” He lowers himself to sit, and closes the door, scooting closer to you and grabbing your hand. You avoided his gaze, covering your face with your hand. You were so overcome with negative emotions it was hard to stop.

“Nothing — I just got worried you were mad at me,” you choked out. Reiner’s face narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he looked at you feeling so upset. He tsk’d and grabbed you by the head, pulling you into his gripping embrace. One hand on your head, and the other on your back, rubbing you up and down firmly. Your hands came under him, reaching under his armpits and wrapping around his shoulders. You sobbed into his shirt, feeling his hands soothe your shaking.

“I would never get mad at you over something like that. You did nothing wrong, I know you just got scared,” Reiner kept rubbing your back, letting you cry as much as you need to. “I don’t know how these ideas get in your head but I’m not mad at you. I promise, I promise..”

You swallow, nodding against his shoulder. His hugs made you feel like you were being swallowed by his mere width and mass, and his earthy, soapy scent grounded you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” He said. His grasp on you tightened, and you two sat in silence for a few minutes.

You were so thankful to have a man like Reiner in your life. He was riddled with his own demons, his own anxieties but it made him an understanding partner. You two had come so far out of each other’s comfort zone to make this work, you knew nothing could really get in the way if there was communication. You slowly pulled yourself from his embrace, leaning against the car seat and looking back at him. The lamp on your camp table shone into the car, lighting up Reiner’s face with a pale blue glow.

One thing you had come to love about this camping trip, was seeing Reiner in his element. Outside, with nature, in simple clothes, and hiking boots. His facial hair was slightly longer and his ashy blonde hair a little more disheveled than usual. He was at ease, and happier than usual. And this man was yours. You felt so lucky.

Eventually your breathing steadied — no longer having a bulge in your throat threatening to release tears. “Thank you Reiner.” You said. He ran his thumb over your hand in response, and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft, and gentle. His nose brushing against yours as he switched to the other side of your lips.

“Anything to make you feel better.” He whispers, and returns down to your lips. Reiner’s kisses are sweet, and the contrast of his wandering hand up your shirt makes you shiver. He reaches for your breast and squeezes. You run your open palm on the tent building in his pants. He breaks your kiss with a sharp exhale, cupping your face and leaning his body further into you. Your head balanced on the window sill, and Reiner moves up, letting your legs lay flat on the back seat. Reiner ran his tongue along your lips, then stuck his warm, flaccid tongue in your mouth, meeting with yours and tangling yourselves in each other. You let out a little moan, and Reiner deepened your kiss, moaning in response.

You continued to feel his bulge through his pants, circling your finger around the implied tip of his dick print. “That feels good — are you sure you want to do anything tonight, babe?” He asks, pulling away from your lips, planting a small kiss on the corner of your mouth. You nod in response. After a good sobbing session you always felt like a new person.

“I want you Reiner. I love you.” You kiss his cheek.

Reiner’s lips turn upward in a small smile. “I love you too, baby.” He says, and presses his lips to yours again. “I want to make you feel good —“ he whispers against you,

You breathe out, grabbing his dick through his pants. Reiner releases a stunted breath, peppering kisses all along your ear and neck. “I need you inside me, Reiner. Please.”

“My pleasure, baby,” Reiner breaks away from your neck and presses his fingers against your pussy. He flexes his fingers, pressing and circling your sensitive spots, while you stroke him through his pants. Already you begin to feel hot fluid leak into your panties, and those first-touch butterflies and sensitivities are going haywire. You’re getting ready.

You shift yourself, “Watch - I’m getting on top,” pushing Reiner into the middle seat and swinging your leg around, planting yourself on his lap, straddling him. His head lays on the headrest and he looks up at you, with lust filled, adoring eyes. He loves you. You adjust your hips, planting yourself right on top of his growing bulge and swivelling slightly. You watch in delight as Reiner hisses at this, his eyes fluttering to half mast as he reaches down for your ass. You buck your hips into him, riding his clothed dick and feeling the dull pressure push up against your clit.

“You look so good, Princess.” Reiner whispers, as brings his hands up from your ass, up to your shoulders and lifts your shirt.

You raise your arms up, still greedily gyrating your hips on him. Reiner unclips your bra, brushing his fingers along your skin and sliding the loose fabric off of you. Immediately Reiner is latched onto your chest, suckling on your nipples — indecisive as to which one to focus on. You run your fingers through his hair, settling on top of his cock and feeling him press against your wetness. “You’re my beautiful boy,” you sigh, closing your eyes as Reiner has his way with your chest, still squeezing your ass here and there. Eventually you move your legs to the other side of the car, making room for him to shuffle his pants down.

Reiner moves his pants down quickly, and slides his underwear down. His cock springs out of his underwear, perfectly striated and veiny just for you. He shifts himself to your previous spot in the car, angling himself toward you and letting his cock flop onto his stomach. You help him take off his shirt, leaving you both topless and you bring yourself face to face with his beautiful dick. “Can I suck your cock, Daddy?” You muse, looking up at him. He swallowed, and grazed the side of your face with his thumb.

“Please,” he whispered, “please baby,” his was voice deep, and filled with admiration for you. His tip was glistening, a trail of precum already leaking out. His cock was slightly curved, making it a beautiful anchor to bury itself into you. You wet your lips and planted tiny kisses along his shaft, before you slacked your jaw, taking most of him in before reaching the back of your jaw. “Fuck — oh my god.” Reiner exclaimed, gently hovering a hand over your hair as to not mess it up. You settle as he reaches the back of your throat, and you bob your head up and down, letting saliva coat your mouth. “You’re doing so good, babe,” Reiner says, lifting his hips into you slightly. You close your lips around him and pull up for room. Breathing through your nose, you let the pooling salvia in your mouth dribble all over his tip before you started sucking him off again, giving him faster sucks focusing around his tip.

Above you, Reiner is a moaning mess. His eyes are closed and head is rested against the window. He only puts his hands on you as he feels himself come close to finishing. “You’re going to make me cum.” You let up for air, doing one last deep throat before leaving his cock swollen and begging for more. Reiner pulls you into a kiss, sloppily sticking his tongue in you.

“I love you Reiner, I love you.” You whine against him.

Reiner moans, “I love you too, I want to make you cum now,” He reaches between your legs, and begins rubbing circles on your pussy again. You jerk at the sudden stimulation, and you sit up, taking off your pants and sliding down your underwear. It was hard to get undressed with a man as huge as Reiner in the car — in a car as tiny as yours. Reiner bundled up all the removed clothing articles, making a little pillow for your head to rest on. He laid you down as best as he could, and brought his wide, thick fingers down to your now exposed pussy. He was greeted with your slick, hot folds and his fingers slipped between, and fondled you gently. Your chest rose and fell unsteadily as he got a hold on you, feeling you warm up to his touch. He propped himself on his elbow, lowering himself down to you to kiss you as he fingered you.

“Go a little faster,” you ask, and Reiner quickly follows. His fingers take longer, careless strokes — electrifying the nerves on your clit, or slipping the tip of his finger in your entrance. Eventually he pulled away from your kiss, looking at you earnestly as he settled on top of your clit, rubbing delicate circles on it.

“Look at me, Princess. I want you to look at me.” You turn your eyes to him, seeing his pupils grow to a size that could swallow you.

“Oh — oh my god, Reiner, Reiner,” you murmured, your mouth slightly agape as Reiner kept stimulating you, rapidly bringing you to a point of climax. “Keep going, faster, faster,” you breath, wincing at how much pleasure is rushing through you. Reiner’s eyes are determined — glazed over with pure lust and the desire to see you come apart before him.

“Come baby, you’re gonna feel so good.” He says, his fingers pressing into you at a quickening pace. “Come, come, come” he eggs you on as your eyes roll back to your head and you begin jerking against his hands. Sharp tingles from the top of your head, all the way down to the centre of your core explode all over your body, and you’re overcome with a blinding feeling of... peace, and arousal, and otherworldly sensations that wash over you in waves. Each waves comes with waning intensity, but you’re a moaning mess underneath Reiner. The best of it has passed, yet you still feel yourself pulsate, pumping out whatever else is left in you. “You’re such a good girl. I love you so much.”

“I love you..” you whimper, pulling Reiner down to kiss you, “thank you, thank you.”

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” Reiner asks against your lips. You nod, exhaling into his mouth.

“Please, please Daddy,”

You two tried to maneuver yourselves in the car for a few minutes, but nothing really worked and you really wanted to fuck each other up.

“Seems like we should just finish this outside,” Reiner said, laughing slightly after he hit his head on the car ceiling. You shrug, nodding in agreement.

“We should,”

Reiner raised his eyebrows at you, “There might be spiders outside,”

“That will only be a problem if they try and crawl up my vagina, Reiner.” You murmer against his shoulder.

Reiner laughs,

“Okay that’s fair,” Reiner buries his fingers into you again, planting a wet kiss on your forehead. “Be careful what you ask for.” He slides out of the car, closing his door before dashing around and opening your side. You two stand in your empty campsite, naked and desperate. You’re so turned on you couldn’t care less that you’re outside. Reiner closes your door, and presses up against you, his dick pressing against your inner thigh. He is trickling kisses down your ear and fingering you. You whimper,

“Please fuck me, now,”

“Okay baby,” Reiner groans, and grabs his dick, angling it downward and having it graze your wet pussy lips. You both sigh at the long awaited contact, and he grabs your leg, lifting it so he can get a better angle. You bite your lip as you watch Reiner plant his soft tip into you, both of you cursing as he slowly slid himself all the way in. Inch by inch, you clamped around him, cushioning him in your pillowy and tight hole. Once he was in, and you had adjusted, Reiner began moving his hips, slowly bringing his cock in and out of you.

After a few strokes he pulled out, letting your leg down and turning you around. He pressed you up against the car, and leaned into your ear, “I’m going to fuck you like this, is that okay?” He asked.

You nodded, whimpering a weak, “Yes,”

Finally, Reiner could have a good hold of you. He had one hand on your shoulder, one hand on his cock as he slid himself into you. It didn’t take long before Reiner was fucking you mercilessly. He felt amazing inside of you. The brute force of his thrusts and the way his dick slid in and out of you was rendering you senseless. The slight curve of his dick being was perfect at hitting your G spot.

“Ooh Reiner, keep going, ooh my god you feel so good,” your eyes lulled to the back of your head, and you reached down, fingering your clit and propelling your next orgasm into full swing.

Reiner grabbed a fistful of your hair and continued to pound into you. “You feel so good, you’re such a good girl for me, baby. Fuck.” His thrusts became quicker, and he slammed against you harder — pressing you into the car door. The sound of your his dick stirring your pussy around and the impact of his thighs hitting your ass was bringing you over the edge.

“I think I’m going to cum.” You barely get out before Reiner grinds his cock into your pussy, moving his hips against your ass — taking a momentary pause before pounding into you again. You grab onto the car for support as you cry out, that same wave of ecstasy crashing over you, over and over again, all the while Reiner is still fucking you, with intensity you’ve never had before.

“I’m - I’m cumming inside you.” Reiner cries out, his moans turning to breathy whines as his movements become jerky. His strokes become slow, and sensual, until his face plants itself on your back, and he slips his dick out of you. You’re both breathing so hard and you feel a hot liquid run down your leg.

“Oh my god, Reiner,” you say, feeling tears run down your face and sweat glaze your body. This wasn’t your home, you couldn’t just shower as usual. You wondered how you were going to clean up.

Reiner plants kisses on your back, hugging you from behind as you rest your head in your hands on your car. He keeps you bent over, running his fingers through your cum filled pussy and admiring your back view. He runs his hands over your ass before grabbing your shoulder, and pulling you into crushing embrace. “You’re truly amazing. Fuck.” He whispers against you. You hum in response, squeezing him tight and breathing in his scent again. You felt so relaxed, and tired all the sudden. He kept his promise to make you feel good. He pulled away gently, bringing a finger under your eye and catching one of your tears. “Those are the kinds of tears I want to give you babe.” He says playfully, before kissing you softly on the cheek.

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