#bertholdt x reader

[greenfoxeyedbrunette]

“Ahh!” panting, you came all over. While he lapped up your juices, he looks up at you as if he really wants to tell you something. Eyes glazed over from your high, you nod. “C-can I be your boyfriend?…” he crawls closer to you with his hands on your hips. “I can’t.. I can’t take this anymore..” he pouts, brows furrowed as if he’s going to cry. “I need more..” tears filled up his eyes, hovering over you—he’s face to face with you now. “I want to be the only one.. I want you to only be mine!”

bokuto koutarou, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, manjiro sano/mikey, takemichi hanagaki, kazutora hanemiya, jean kirstein, bertholdt hoover

[propertyofushiwaka]

it starts off with him crying, coming to you for comfort. and who are you to deny your precious darling? as you pull him closer into your chest, his tears that ran down into your bra begin to cease. you kiss him on his forehead, nose and cheek, whispering comfort the whole time. you stay like that a little while until the sniffling stops, only then you realize the slight bulge rubbing against your thigh. when did he start grinding on you? "darling?" you ask, half concerned and amused. "you feeling better?" watery eyes look up to you before he buries his face in your chest and mumbles "sorry, needed you"

ARMIN, Koganegawa, BERTHOLDT, HINATA, Nishinoya

[lowkeyremi]

WHAT ARE THEIR BEIGE FLAGS? (HCS)

pairing: eren, armin, jean, connie, reiner, bertholdt, levi, erwin, hange, mikasa, sasha, pieck, and annie x fem!reader (separate) summary: things they do that are unusual within your relationship ! content: fluff, little bit of swearing, established relationships (marriage implied for a few), nothing too crazy today just wholesome :3 not proofread! this is all just a silly little thing I thought up, it's not meant to be taken seriously wc: 1.3k

🡆 𝐄. 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

Eren's beige flag is that when he controls the music in the car he skips at least twenty songs on his playlist before he settles on a song, then one minute into the song he'll skip again.

"Do you want me to play something, 'ren?" You're trying not to laugh at him. He's got a cute little pout on his face.

"Yes please.. I don't wanna crash cuz I can't pick a song."

🡆 𝐀. 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

His beige flag is that whenever he sees a cute stuffed animal he just HAS to buy it. The thing is- he doesn't have enough space for another one. Whenever someone comes over and opens the wrong door a mountain of stuffed animals fall out of the closet.

"Um. [name], are these yours?" Mikasa asks while glancing at the stuffed animals.

"No, those are Armin's." You don't even look up from your phone, which lets Mikasa know this has been going on for some time.

🡆 𝐉. 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

Jean's beige flag is that he believes microwave food is "making dinner." He'll be like,

"babe I cooked us dinner!! :D"

and on your way to the table you see two microwave spaghetti boxes in the garbage. You don't have the heart to tell him that's not cooking.

"Wow baby, that looks delicious!"

🡆 𝐂. 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

His beige flag is that he removes the little "crust" part of a pop tart and only eats the part with the icing on it. It's just dry and bland so why eat it? (I do this 😝)

"Hey do any of you want the rest of my pop tart?" You anticipate how weirded out his friends will be when they see what part of the pop tart he's talking about.

"Yeah, let me get the rest." Jean says not paying too much attention. Connie hands him a napkin with the crumbling end pieces.

"Dude what the hell... I thought you meant like a half or something!"

🡆 𝐑. 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

Reiner is too cute. His beige flag is that whenever someone good looking appears on tv or social media he covers his eyes. He doesn't want you to think those women will change his opinion of you and how you look.

"Reiner, baby, you're allowed to look at attractive people and think they look hot. I think people are hot all the time."

"I know but- wait what?"

"You're my number one man obviously but I can't deny when someone is good looking. You don't have to either, because I trust you." He huffs quietly, all this time he had been covering his eyes while you admire other men?

"Wait so you call them hot, but you wouldn't leave me for them, right?" Now's he starting to feel a little insecure.

"Baby, I wouldn't leave you if someone paid me a million dollars."

🡆 𝐁. 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

His beige flag is that he physically makes a "gulp" sound whenever he's scared or nervous.

"You're gonna do great on that speech today, babe. I believe in you!" Usually your attempts to comfort Bertholdt work but you can tell it's getting to him when he goes,

"Gulp."

"You did it again."

"It's a force of habit, my love." He says scrubbing his face whilst you giggle at him.

🡆 𝐋. 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

His beige flag is that he's never embarrassed when someone walks in on him or he walks in on someone else. It's his body so why should he care? He thinks people make a big deal out of that for no reason.

When you're in the shower he'll open the door to come use the bathroom or do something else.

"Levi! You scared me." He watches you in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. He has to stop himself from rolling them when you try to cover up your body with your arms.

"Why are you so on edge? I've seen you naked plenty of times, darling."

🡆 𝐄. 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

His beige flag is he says old outdated phrases on purpose. You're hanging out with him in the living room and he's on the phone with Levi.

You don't care too much about what your husband is saying until he says, "Yeah don't worry about it, Levi. I'll be down there in a jiffy."

"Really, Honey? Jiffy? 😭"

🡆 𝐙. 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

Their beige flag is that they can't remember your family members' names to save their life. They've just got a lot going on so when you go to your family gatherings they're like,

"Oh- you're- uh... I know it, give me a second!" Hange closes their eyes to think for a second.

"You're Caroline!" Hange is so confident they're right.

Your little cousin looks at you, then back at your partner, "My name is Lexi..."

"I was close!" Hange says with a bold smile.

🡆 𝐌. 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

Ever since her old scarf started to tatter her beige flag has been knitting little abstract figures. She'll knit these goofy little monster guys and sew buttons on them for eyes. They're so cute so you don't mind. You have like five that she's made for you.

"Hey pretty girl, I got distracted and made another." Mikasa says with a little groan.

"It's okay, Mika. They're really cute!" She lets out a sigh of relief.

🡆 𝐒. 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒

Her beige flag is that she unironically eats with a bib. She argues it's one of those "adult bibs" thinking that it makes it sound better. She just doesn't want to get her clothes dirty and when Sasha eats she eats, which explains how she would even get that messy.

"Hey babe can you get my bib before you sit down."

...

She never fails to catch you off guard. When you hand it to her she gives you a kiss on the check, "You're the best girlfriend I could have ever asked for. Thank you for dinner."

"Of course, sweet girl."

🡆 𝐏. 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

I love my girl Pieck but I know for a fact her beige flag is that she puts on chapstick just to lick it off.

"Damn my lips are really dry, you got any chapstick on you, baby?" The two of you are going out for dinner so of course she wants to look her best.

"Are you gonna eat it, like always?"

She rolls her eyes, "I do not eat it."

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes, but since you love your girlfriend you give her your strawberry chapstick which she uses a generous amount of.

Not even two minutes later you spot her licking her lips.

"YOU DO EAT IT, LIAR!!!!"

🡆 𝐀. 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓

Annie's beige flag is that she'll repurpose absolutely anything. Nothing you want to throw away actually makes it to the trash can when she's around.

While you were folding up your clothes you found one of your old socks with a hole in it, so you believe it's that sock's time to go.

When you get up to throw it away you hear your girlfriend call out, "Don't throw that away. I can make it into a toy for Churro."

Churro is your crazy orange cat the two of you took in.

"Annie, Churro has like a million toys. I think he'll be okay without my sock."

"Come on, don't throw it away. I saw this video, and now I wanna try to make the cool cat toy!" You can't deny Annie when she's this cute so you give in. (she always says she's not cute but you beg to differ)

"Fine, here." You throw the sock to her and she makes a perfect catch.

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Can we talk for a second about the aot men who act cold and uninterested in public but who become real cuddle bugs in private? Like they did not even take your hand once this day because they were too busy with work or just because you have to keep your relationship secret and at the moment you two are alone, they literally fall into your arms. These men who refuse you leave you until they pampered every inch of your body with kisses and love-bites. These men who become whiny if you don't hug him tightly enough and who use your thighs/ass/boobs as a pillow because it is so comfy.

Yes, this is the same men who act coldly toward you in public or who refuse to have PDA because they are way too embarrassed. They give you quick looks that mean "I know I should give you affection but I can't right now". These men who secretly love you more than anything else in the world and who are ready to sacrifice themselves for you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

LEVI, Erwin, Reiner, EREN, Bertholdt

[vampcubus]

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: if this is incomprehensible, its cus i wrote it at like 4am. if you see them getting longer as i go along no you don’t.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊levi, armin, hange, reiner, bertholdt, and porco.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw, porco's gets suggestive, not proofread we ball.

❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— Levi kisses you like he’ll never get to again — explicitly in private, he’s not a fan of PDA. His lips are always desperate against yours, hands in your hair, around your neck, at your hips, drawing you closer. And when you pull away his lips chase yours, blue-grey eyes half-lidded with that longing look that turns your knees to jelly.

— If you’re taller he isn’t above yanking you down by the shirt collar to crush his lips against yours, if you’re shorter all the easier to tilt your face the way he wants.

— And when you tease him by ghosting your lips over his with a barely there kiss, hand in his hair to keep him from closing the gap — he whines this pitiful whine in the back of his throat, ashen eyes ensnaring yours with a glare, both annoyed and pleading.

“Don’t tease me, you’ll regret it.” he whispers, and when you pull away anyways with a husky laugh he follows up with a breathless “please.”

How can you deny him?

— He’s incredibly weak for those gentle kisses to his temple when he’s hard at work on reports in his office. He almost always catches your sleeve and tilts his jaw up to indicate he wants a real kiss. He can’t help but be greedy with you, your soft lips are like a drug, and he’s become quite the addict.

❥ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— Armin’s kisses are as gentle and thoughtful as he is. He probably plans his whole approach out the very first time he attempts it, but every time you look at him it’s as if his brain turns to mush. He starts to sweat and his throat goes dry, whatever romantic scheme he’d mulled over the night before goes right out the window.

In the end, it’s you that seizes the moment. You squish his cheeks and smush your lips over his, in his surprise he sputters against your lips, his face beet red — which only makes you pull away and burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean — let me try again, please!” he blusters, hands on your shoulders as you try your best to reel in your giggles. He gets this determined look in his eyes and cups your face, the action halting your tremors long enough to give him an opening to slot his lips over yours again. He does so with a little too much enthusiasm and ends up knocking you over, but you only throw your arms around him and sigh against his lips. Finally.

— You’ll get a lot of absent-minded pecks as he passes by you, the forehead, cheek, corner of your lips. Doesn’t matter if he’s focused on devising a plan, idly working on a report, or deep in thought, it’s muscle memory at this point. He especially does so when you’re cooking or cleaning so he doesn’t disturb you too much.

— But it’s not hard to tell your lips are his favorite place to kiss. sometimes he gets distracted and just gazes longingly at you, waiting for you to notice so he can pull you aside and smooch you properly. His favorite kisses are slow, long, and passionate, the kind that makes you forget the world around you. He definitely gets carried away and forgets where you are, only tearing away when you start to hear whistles and jeers from other soldiers.

❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐙𝐎𝐄

— Hange’s kisses are as spontaneous and passionate as they are, often a spur-of-the-moment smack of their lips against yours more than anything. Sometimes they just get so excited about their experiments that they could really kiss you, so they do! Granted these are usually fleeting before they go back to babbling about their breakthroughs and theories.

— Since Hange tends to ramble a lot, there are few openings to swoop in for a kiss, which can lead to you just grabbing their face in frustration and shutting them up with your lips. It always works like a charm, their brown eyes wide with surprise before their arms wrap around you and they return your persistent lip lock.

“If you wanted my attention, you could have just said so.” They laugh, breathless as they pull away. Their tone is teasing, but you hardly mind after finally getting the kiss you wanted. Their thumbs brush over your cheeks, drawing your gaze back to theirs as they lean in again, lips a hair away from yours. “I’m not satisfied yet though, we should kiss some more.”

— They smile into kisses a lot, always so smug — but also because you just make them so happy. Especially after assuming the role of commander of the scouts, they’re all but pulling their hair out with all the stress. Your lips are a welcome reprieve, and you can feel them melt into your embrace every time, a wistful sigh against your lips as their worries float away.

— A kiss over their eyepatch gets them a little teary-eyed, hands in your hair to touch your foreheads together. You’ve been through so much together and lost so much. They’re glad to have you by their side to shoulder the weight of the many deaths of your fallen comrades. And now without Moblit, they need you there to be the voice of reason when they go off the deep end.

❥ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Reiner’s kisses are devoted and reverent. He kisses you like you’re air he breathes. Like he needs the press of your sweet lips against his to live.

— The type to cry when you kiss — in fact, that’s exactly what he did when you first kissed him. He crumpled against you, dragging you both to your knees as he clung to you, sobbing into your neck when he can bear to part from your lips. He’s yours from that moment on, in disbelief that you’ve chosen him, but nothing could tear him from you now.

— Reiner tends to kiss you super soft like he’s afraid you’ll break — a habit you’ll have to shake him out of by being as forceful and passionate as you like with him. Smash your lips against his, bite his lip; let him know that you’re just as desperate for him as he is for you.

— Reiner becomes incredibly reliant on your kisses. He expects a kiss hello and goodbye, a kiss good morning and goodnight. And if you skimp on them he’ll pull you aside, envelop you with his body so you can’t escape, and attack your face and lips with kisses to make up for it.

— Stop kissing him as often and he’ll think he’s done something wrong, mulling anxiously over it until he starts jumping to conclusions. Maybe he said something wrong? Did he do something to make you angry? What if you were growing bored of him? His overthinking will be his undoing.

— You can tell when Reiner wants a kiss, he gets this tortured look on his face as he stares at you from afar. And when you finally acknowledge him he perks up, sending you one of those flirty grins from his youth, beckoning you closer.

— Chronic hand-kisser, he really can’t help it when you slip your smaller fingers into his own so often. It always compels him to lift your hand to his lips and kiss your knuckles, anything to see you smile at him with that adoring look. It still amazes him that such a look is reserved for him.

❥ 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— As expected, Bertholdt’s kisses are shy and hesitant — at first. Your first kiss is pure but electric, a culmination of the tip-toeing you’ve been doing around each other for years. You’re definitely the one who initiates, but it’s Bertholdt that holds you still when you go to pull away, ensnaring you with a murmured “please stay” against your lips that makes you melt.

— That kiss consumes his thoughts — even his dreams after that. It’s like your lips met and everything started to make sense, like the world was more colorful. Wherever you go, you’ll find Bertholdt tailing closely behind like a puppy.

— After being given time to adjust to your affections and enough encouragement to assert his own, his kisses take on a very adoring quality. He cherishes you, almost always smiles into kisses, strokes your hair, cradles your head 🥹

— Bertholdt prefers quick pecks in public, quick n easy to your cheek or forehead.

(however, he starts nosing at your shoulder if he sees someone looking at you a little too long. Bert’s observant and while he trusts you, he can’t help but feel a little insecure sometimes. He thinks highly of you, convinced you’re way out of his league)

— But he likes them slow n long when you’re alone when he can express his love for you without the nerves of having everyone’s prying eyes on him.

— The type to come up behind you while you’re cooking and wrap himself around you, trailing kisses across your neck and shoulder. BACK KISSES!! He’s more confident without the pressure of you looking at him. As soon as you turn around he’s putty again under your gaze, chin tucked to his chest demurely as you wrap your arms around his neck and start your own kiss attacks.

— He can’t help it, your eyes make him weak in the knees. You’re just so pretty… and when you look at him like that…

— He’s so fucking tall though and you might consider carrying around a step stool just so you can kiss him anytime you want (climb him) cus he always looks so kissable. And he gets the cutest blush on his face when you tug at his sleeve and pucker your lips. Bert won’t waste any time pushing your hair back and leaning down to settle his soft lips over yours.

“Stop looking so kissable before I climb you like a tree.” You pout, eyes narrowed as he gives you a weird look, cheeks full of food.

He swallows and leans down to boop his hooked nose against yours affectionately.

“Please don’t.” Please do.

❥ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Porco kisses you like he’s got something to prove.

— Makes you wonder what exactly. Is it to prove that he’s better at it than you? No… Porco likes to be the best, but his kisses largely reflect his desperation for you to think he’s the best you can get. He wants to kiss you better than anyone else probably ever could. He burns for you, and it translates so beautifully into the way he’s trying so hard to not let you slip through his fingers. He wants to prove he’s all you’ll ever want. (And he is 🧎‍♀️)

— Porco’s kisses are always passionate, and he can never stop at just one either. Pull away for a moment and he’ll chase your lips. He gets carried away easily, and being in a public setting is rarely a deterrent. He’s not gonna tongue-kiss you in front of the warrior candidates, but that’s as far as his restraint goes I’m afraid. Especially if he's jealous.

— Porco can be held back from brawling every guy that so much as looks your way (barely), but not from pulling you in by the hips to crush your lips against his when he knows they’re looking.

— Neck kiss enthusiast, both giving and receiving. He likes to do it especially to distract/annoy you when you’re focused on chores or not giving him enough attention. And if you’re being especially resilient he will bite you, just to hear you gasp. You’re gonna be walking around with hickeys everywhere I’m so sorry, no use in scolding him. And if you try to cover them up with makeup he takes that as a challenge to give you more.

— Can’t take a dose of his own medicine though, and that’s something you need to abuse. Catch him while he’s doing something important and start pressing the softest kisses to his neck and jaw and watch him melt. And when he reaches for you, pull away and insist he focuses on his task. Drives him crazy. The moment you start using your teeth and sucking on his neck, he crumbles, hands in your hair, pulling at your clothes. He can be so cute sometimes.

— I’d even go so far as to say that he’s a little obsessed with kissing you, and that means it’s the best kind of leverage you have over him. It’s hilarious how offended he gets when you refuse to kiss him when you’re mad at him. Wdym no kisses until he apologizes??? >:0 he acts tough about it like he doesn’t care… for like a day… and then he’s cornering you.

“'m sorry okay? Lemme kiss you already.” He huffs so quietly you barely hear him, and you bask in the clear humiliation of the titan shifter before you. You supposed you should take pity him… or…

“I think you can beg better than that, Pock.”

[ridingtorohan]

How the shifters react to you having a high body temp, knowing that it represents your platonic/romantic attraction to them

Goofy headcanon time!

Each titan shifter can recognize how another shifter feels about them based on their body heat. This includes all attraction: familial, platonic, aesthetic, romantic, so on.

SPOILERS for shifter identities AND events up to Season 4 Special Literally everyone has some spoilers for the anime to some extent. Older shifters like Kruger and KSaver is excluded, but there's 11 listed. It's in order from oldest to youngest.

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ZEKE YEAGER

He feels it for a second, when your knuckles brush against his wounded shoulder, fastening his restraints tighter, making sure he's secure while transporting him out of Marley on the blimp

Blue eyes darting to you, tracing the features on your face, lingering for a second on the titan marks beneath your eyes

Then he focuses on the task at hand, filing that away for later

He has a lot of time to stew on it, the simmering heat under your touch. Low but steady. Lucky for you! You're assigned to his guard detail in the forest with Captain Levi

Shifter to shifter, you're able to relate on a different level than he does to Levi.

Also makes note how you drop to ice cold when the horrors of Shiganshina. Probably realizes that's where you snagged yourself a titan ability.

Listen... if you saw him coming out of the Beast........... you're smoking, iykyk?

Because he's a little shit, he uses it to his advantage. Makes full eye contact with you during conversations, leaning forward. Which makes it interesting when you or Levi nip off his arms to restrain him and you have to give him a drink.

Leans in nice and slow, eyes staring directly into yours, letting you watch him as he takes a long, slow sip. Licks his lips, knowing you're watching him, leans back, eyes lidded. "Thank you, I was terribly thirsty"

Levi kicks his teeth in

Lord have mercy on you for when it's time to bathe

He literally will always use it to his advantage if you let him but will never clue you in unless you already know

Zeke will tease you about this, pressing a cigarette to his lips, his arm or leg brushing yours. "Are you cold? I can help you feel warmer" (Levi is murdering him with his eyes in the background)

Y'know maybe he does warm you up later 😏

Probably starts warming up to you shortly before his jailbreak, though it's hard to tell in what way.

After this point, it's a little too late to do anything else about it.

LARA TYBUR

Bro you hardly even realize that she's a titan at first.

As a titan inheritor, the Marley Gov't requires that you and your fellows play nice with the Tybur family whenever they visit.

She's tepid temperature at first, your thoughts and ideas making you a little colder to the touch.

You brush against each other at some fancy schmancy dinner party. She act very much like an Eldian at the party, silent, refilling your cup and you thank her.

Later, you're just feeling soo awkward with her family, with watching Willy dance around his family, laughing and jesting.

Some of the Warriors keep trying to make guesses as to who the Warhammer is but ultimately you don't figure it out

You try your luck at befriending all of them, painfully aware of Willy's eyes on you every time you talk to his sister

But something about Lara keeps drawing you in. Her quiet demeanour, the sleek attire, her proper figure. Dutiful and classy, voice quiet but confident.

Telling her about books and the latest movie, offering tea and biscuits from your Zone whenever you visit.

She never says anything about your body temperature and honestly you don't touch her often enough to notice a difference

But you do notice that she talks to you a little more, lingers by your side more than she does anyone else

During the attack, you do everything you can to defend her crystal - so painfully, carefully aware of how it burns under your titan's hand

REINER BRAUN

Sorry, he's made to suffer. Nothing in his life is ever easy. Isayama decided that. (And so did I.) (There's a happy ending, I promise.)

Things would be simpler for Reiner if everything went well, if he became a great warrior, if his father noticed him, if he did well on his missions. The first thing that goes wrong is Marcel.

When he meets you for the first time, a memory tickles at his mind. Something familiar in the way your skin touches his. Then he gives you a smile, introducing himself and Bertholdt.

Something about you always drew him in. He'd watch you across the training yard and smile whenever you looked at him. Always glad to help you out, shedding himself of the warrior skin and so much easier into the soldier one.

Sucks as a sparring partner btw. Always checking to make sure he didn't go too hard on you.

At some point you probably made mention of him working up a sweat during the training. His body temp is not much warmer than normal but noticeable. Everyone in the Cadets is his pal but there's something special about you

You, who feels like they've had a bit too much sun, but still comfortable.

With time, it may increase to a warmth that lingers in his bones, reminding him of his mother's teas and fresh bread.

He really likes wrapping his arms around you for this, a big bear who just holds you tight to his chest. Big squish!

Likes to clap his hands to your shoulders from behind, feel your warmth in his hands

If you are this warm, he'll always do a little start when you touch him, caught off guard. With as often as he's thought about you, he'll become a bit flustered at times - he begins to entertain a crush and/or getting to know you better.

However, a part of Reiner always remains..... apprehensive

Lays awake at night wondering about you, your tale of being orphaned, family long dead. Something not quite settling

This is what stops him from actually getting close-close to you

At Utgard Castle, it's obvious why something niggled inside him at the sight of you. Because one day, when his dreams were shattered by a boy, a titan lunged out of the ground. That's how you inherited the Jaw

It explains everything, in the end. He may not have recognized that you were a fellow shifter but he did recognize the body heat

You, unfortunately, are either kidnapped or agree to go along with Reiner and Bertholdt in the forest.

You are, either, an unfortunate soul cast out of Marley or a former warrior candidate who was cast out alongside your family thanks to Zeke's efforts years prior. If the latter, Reiner does mention it to Zeke in hopes of him sparing you because, technically, you are on "their" side. It's not a positive outlook either way.

Knowing your fate in Marley, Reiner spends time with you. Painfully aware of how broken his betrayal meant to you (if you're colder) or how you still believe in him (if you remain the same/increase)

Above all else, Reiner considers you a friend and he's so sorry.

If, by sheer chance, he leaves you unsupervised or your chains a little loose to "let your blood circulate" and you accidentally escape, he won't be upset.

And if, he saw you, years later, doing recon work in Marley.. and your eyes caught, he would make the conscious choice to turn away.

Marcel may have been his first mistake but he doesn't regret these two.

Very awkward when you join forces with him to take down Eren.

Reiner remembers the last time he saw you, what your touch felt like.

But the thing about Reiner isn't that his soldier personality was a persona - it's still him. He still cares for you. At this point you know what the touch means, can't blame it on the campfires. You may or may not have trusted him before but you trust him now.

Your hand slides in his, reminiscent of your first meeting, letting him know. "I trust you, Reiner. We'll work with you"

He'll still be withdrawn from the Paradis group but ... his feelings about you never really stopped. Time, distance and circumstance may have changed it, but never stopping it.

He thinks of your touch, even now, even during the final fight.

And, when everything is said and done, when the titan blood doesn't linger in either of your veins, Reiner knows how you feel by the look in your eyes.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Whatever you do, do NOT think about Bertholdt touching a non-Marleyan shifter after he escapes beyond the walls. Do NOT think about your touch burning under his, with Bert pleading for Zeke's mercy. Because despite everything, you still thought so highly of him.

Real talk: THIS GUY IS THE REASON YOU BECAME A TITAN SHIFTER

Unfortunately, despite being a fellow warrior candidate, you weren't chosen. Your score was a smidge below what they were looking for.

Bert was one the first to shift. In the practice field where this is done, he, unfortunately, steamed the heck out of you. Bad enough that it was a matter of getting medical attention asap. Fortunately, thanks to your score, the generals decided that you would be swapped out with one of the candidates and inherit a titan!

This is Bertholdt's first memory as a titan, by the way. :) He feels beyond terrible for what happened.

But having grown up together, helped each other through the trials and training... you two wind up being friends. Decently close, because he winds up telling you about his family, what he's doing for his father.

Bert looks up to you a lot. Always staying by your bedside when you got injured, kept a Band-Aid in his pocket for whenever you tripped during the training. (Or if he does. As gangly-limbed as that boy was, that happened often too.)

He knows but also doesn't about the significance of the warmer touches. It was probably one of those tidbits that was filed away for later and then forgotten. It doesn't matter when you're in bed injured and recovering from the heat damage he literally inflicted on you.

Super caring. Always having to talk both of you out of trouble when you wind up in it. But Bertholdt finds himself admiring that anyway, how different you are to him. (He's actually so thankful that you're a warrior with him, even if this was the worst way for it to happen.)

The other warriors clue in that you two are close but don't really comment on it. "Good for them" stance.

Bertholdt likes sitting next to you! Thighs brushing, his leg touching yours. Just small intimate moments that mean the world to him.

Then Marcel gets attacked and all Bertholdt can think about is 'thank god it wasn't you'. He'll stay wide awake watching you sleep at night, only nodding off when/if you let him sleep beside you, his palm on yours.

During training, Bertholdt finds a lot of comfort by sleeping next to you. Even if he ends up sprawled all over your body.

Thing is, Bertholdt doesn't really quite piece together the heat thing. Just knows that you're his, in some shape or form, that you're what's making this mission bearable. He doesn't miss Marley, he just misses you whenever you're not around.

Gets fidgety if you elect to join a different faction from him. But he understands. (But when you walk past him during the scouts enlistment, his hand catches yours for just a moment. Just for this. Because no matter what you mean to him, he wants you to stay.)

Fake dating trope because how else are you supposed to inform Bertholdt about the information you gathered while in the interior?

Everybody believes the ruse lmao

And, the thing with him is, there always feels like there's going to be more time. Sitting at tables, talking about your days. Reminiscing about Marley and campfires.. it's easy to think that you'll get those days back. That it's just another year, another season, another "one more time" before you get to go home.

For Bert, his feelings are... kind of a catch-all. Could be inferred as romantic or platonic. All he knows is that you're the most important person to him. He's just so glad that he gets to spend your thirteen years together.

And, when the mission goes wrong, when the attempts to kidnap Eren go awry and he has to pull your battered body from your titan, Bertholdt is right by your side, as he always is. There's always going to be another attempt, another chance. (Until there isn't.)

Bertholdt feels like home, his hand warm in yours. (He wants to keep coming back to you.)

Maybe those three simple words are whispered, right before it all goes to shit and you're captured/immobilized and Bertholdt grows desperate to get you back. Maybe you two never say them at all. But when it's just you two, the moments feel like they last forever.

(But you do. You know you have to talk about what this means for both of you, even if it meant defining your friendship in a different way. And he'll stutter and stumble over his words but listen intently, knowing that nothing is worth the cost of losing you. And he's secretly so relieved that you feel the same way, no matter what form your affection takes shape as.)

Bertholdt will cherish your friendship for as long as he lives.

PIECK FINGER

Whoo! Titan! Bes - ties!

Warrior trainees together, it totally sucked when you were passed over and Pieck inherited without you. She's pretty chill about everything, walking down the street with you while holding hands, throwing her arms around you constantly. Letting you ride atop her titan's back while she runs around the airfield.

Consider your relationship with her a mix of her squad and Porco

Legit you both are close before you even get a chance to inherit your titan, which you do! Eventually!

She's honestly not that great at explaining how titan shifting works or how to "focus" and "control" it but she'll help you get your bearings by walking around with you in titan form

Her body heat is like a heated blanket, warm and comfortable, ooey gooey melting cookie in your mouth kind of warm.

If you're ever on a long trek together, it's easy to doze off next to her, backs pressed together or her head in your lap.

Honestly she probably doesn't even think to mention how you feel to her, or acknowledge what it means. Pieck is happy with everything you are, how it feels with you.

actually tbh might comment about it everytime she springs a hug on you

"Incoming hug! Ahh... this is nice. you're so warm😊"

Your warmth is so comfortable to her. She's often nuzzling against you.

Honestly you guys would be borderline romantic, even if one/neither of you felt that way. It's just how you two are.

If you do cheek kisses, she'd be all up for that.

If you're romantically attracted to her, it'd be a seamless transition. Like you could invite her somewhere and mention it's a date and she'd just go "oh yay :)".

Otherwise at some point someone comments about how you two are always together on outings (calling them 'dates') and Pieck just goes "yes. :)" then later when it's just you two, "it really does feel like a date sometimes, doesn't it?"

Definitely respects it if you're not interested in her that way + just think of her as a sister or best friend. She won't change how she interacts with you at all (unless you mention that it makes you uncomfortable)

ANNIE LEONHARDT

A year (or a few) older than her, your family has warrior heritage; it’s a point of prestige and honour for you, moreso than for normal candidates. You have an expectation and responsibility to your ancestors to follow through. Of course you’d get a titan. Especially the one your family has meticulously trained for again and again; it’s not so much about the high esteem but keeping it in the family. Inheriting their memories. (For giggles, imagine it’s the attack or female titan.)

By the time Annie and the other warriors are partway through their training, you’ve all but confirmed your spot. It’s just a matter of establishing which one you’ll get.

You’re not exactly friends with Annie initially, especially with her aloof nature. But she’s companionable, sitting quietly if you ever approach her. Everything about her at the start is like that - withdrawn, solemn. Just as focused on her duty as you are. Either you find companionship over this fact or in spite of it - finding life worth living outside of being a candidate.

When you’re recovering from your inheritance, Annie is the one to tend to you. While you don’t remember a lot of it, amnesia getting the better of you, you’re almost certain that she was holding you.

Annie often watches as you continue your training, especially as a titan. She’ll gladly train in titan hand to hand combat with you once she inherits the female titan.

All the shifters are given books to learn about how to best utilize their titans. As they’re leafed through, it’ll mention the odd quirk of the shifters. Pieck is the most excited for this, followed by Reiner. It becomes a point of conversation, where everyone compares their temperatures - though Annie is quite reserved about the whole ordeal. She takes pity on Bertholdt who feels hot to her touch, though she does throw him under the ringer. You, though? She says not much at all, calling it quits at that point (if she hasn’t already).

She doesn't make a big deal of it at all, merely treating you like another candidate. One that she gets along with better than anyone else, at any rate.

In the group, you're dubbed "Annie's best friend". If Annie ever hears of this, you never know.

When it's time to leave for the wall, her knuckles brush against yours. The only indication that she's restless and has any qualms about what they're doing.

But as children honed for war, sometimes rivalries are hard to beat. Especially when the first tragedy strikes your group and Reiner takes the lead, leading you to wall. To mayhem. Murder is a different burden to bear, one that sits funny in your throat.

She sits with you at the refugee camps. While you've never seen her grab extra portions of food, she always seems to have some for you. She takes care of you (and you remember your first shift, how she had been the one to hold you).

Joining the Police is the only sane decision, the inner network so much like Marley. So much like home. You're relieved when Annie goes with you, even though you think it was for duty. (You never know if it was.)

Hitch gets added to the short list of Annie's friends. But nobody replaces you, nobody knows her as well as you do. You know each other's mood, the subtle raise of her brow or scrunch of her nose.

She takes her duty seriously - but she takes you seriously too.

You're the only comfort from home she has.

In the forest after she's hacked up by Levi, you're the one to grab her. To take her back, tending to her as she's cared for you so many times.

Unfortunately your close bond makes it easier to seek you out as a titan. Easier to goad you into advancing attacks, to defending her honour from horrors Armin promises she's enduring.

For you, Annie felt like home more than Marley ever had. Siblings, best friends, lovers. Whatever you felt for her, it was strong.

If you get a chance to see her chrystalized, you touch it desperately, trying to feel a sense of life inside. And you feel it, an echoing thrum beneath your hand.

She mentions it, later, when you two are alone on the ship. "I don't remember what you said, but I felt you." (She always has.)

And when you both go to fight Eren, fighting for something you want so desperately to keep now, you feel her knuckles brush against yours like they did so long ago. When you two were sworn to duty, marching to the walls. This time, you take her hand and never let go.

If you both survive this, she'll show you exactly how much you mean to her.

YMIR

100000% figured out you were a titan shifter because of this.

Her memories of the castle are hazy at best; initially she only remembers the heat and fog, the truth of Christa's real name.

While she knows quite a bit about her titan and its abilities, she doesn't know anything useful. The body heat memories? She knows it. Knows how her previous shifter learned about it, knows how he felt about his comrades.

She's hardly had reason to touch you before this, but like she figured out Reiner in the castle (they touched briefly) she also knows who you are. Knows the truth of your Marleyan roots.

Like Annie, you had been more distant from the group and more independent - you weren't as easily found out compared to them. At that point, it was only Ymir who really knew. Go, you. Clap yourself on the back for a job well done.

As well as you'd hide your identity, unfortunately the capture must take precedence. With Annie compromised, Reiner and Bertholdt outed, you have no choice but to pick up their slack.

Eren is fucking pissed that you're a titan and regardless of your involvement with the walls breaking, often voices his displeasure towards you loudly.

Ymir saw it coming so she takes it in stride and is dismissive towards you. You two really don't get a chance to speak, not until she's back in Marley and that's all that's left for her. Stone walls and iron bars, her complacency and feeling like a debt is owed is what keeps her there.

You sit with her most days, where she eventually opens up about the cadets. That's not to say you're best friends, but she's not dense enough not to take advantage of how you feel about her.

Listen, if you're not a woman, you stand no chance. If you are, she might confess her feelings towards Christa, how Christa helped her change as a person, how she felt like she could be herself.

How she could be herself around you, too.

While Ymir was never as buddy-buddy with you as she had been Christa, she had often roped you into being indebted to her, owing her favours one way or another.

She's back to her usual tirade even while imprisoned, using those unreturned favours to charter better meals or pen and papers. Most days you watch her write, rewrite, try to figure out what she wants to pen to Christa. Ultimately she writes her final draft with Reiner and leaves it in his possession.

Ymir is never quite hostile towards you, not when she learns of your service to your country, to the threat you thought Paradis posed. To the family and people you swore to protect. She understood it. Perhaps better than anyone bar Marcel.

You get a chance to touch her sometimes, changing the irons or giving her new clothes or meals.

There was a time when you were closer, as cadets. When she'd sling an arm over your shoulder, teasing about something or other. That's what it mostly was, her goading you into some tasks for her or taking the fall for things.

Back then, she used how you felt about her against you.

Unfortunately, facing death, she's mellow and more withdrawn. You don't learn much of anything during this time, not verbally anyway. But you learn about what kind of person she was, what role she had before.

And she asks for you to be there when she's eaten. Not directly, but something Reiner tells you later. When he's telling you that you've spoken more to her than she has, that she had tolerated your presence better, that you were the only Marleyan that she looked forward to seeing.

And when you go through her cell later, rifling through what meagre possessions she had, you find a letter addressed to you, hidden beneath leaflets of messy unfinished letters. Thanking you for not treating her as a monster, for not using Christa against her like Bertholdt had. That if she had a choice, she'd want you to inherit the jaw solely for your friendship with your fellow cadets and Christa.

She writes of other things too, little things she noticed about you, tips on how to get better at hiding or hitting. Advice on to living for yourself and not under the charade of the Marleyan government.

There's scrawled out ink, too, of things that she crossed out. She writes in that familiar, knowledgeable but closed off way that she does. In those sentences, under candle light, you can make out her thoughts on the heat exchange, moments from your cadet days. Once, what she would've done if you both had stayed on Paradis. Even a list of favours that she wanted to bank on, teasing remarks written in margins of paper and belittling comments that felt only praising coming from her.

Strange, how you only know her better in death, where you can no longer speak to her and hear the words left unsaid.

PORCO GALLIARD

the biggest baddest boldest guy who will LATCH ONTO YOU SO FAST MAN. I'm half joking

But he zeroes in the second your temperature spikes whenever you touch him. Turns his head towards you, gesture a little quick, eyes watching you, half-lidded. Aware, aware, aware of what this means

He's always always watching you after this, smirking softly to himself, just nodding along

You're so lucky he feels the same way because otherwise he'd just wrinkle his nose and turn his head away, "ew, you're hot" like the turd he is /affectionate.

Once he notices, Porco will always be hovering over you, in your personal space, raising his eyebrows and smirking when you turn around and bump into him. Gtfo Porco. Always casual about leaning against you, your arms brushing.

Porco doesn't really do cuddling but he'll be annoying about this, lightly touching. all. the. time.

Porco knows what it means. And if you don't say anything about it, he will. Just casually drops the fact about shifter body heat before shoving his hands and walking off casually. Leaving you guessing about his intentions.

Eventually it culminates in frustration because this smug mf won't tell you JACK.

Honestly you're going to have to confront him about this at some point unless one of the others point out the weird dance you two are doing.

(If you get frustrated with him enough that it affects your temp towards him, he'll knock it back so fast. Rubber banding it like a pro. He may be a dick but once it's clear he's making you uncomfortable he'll back off.)

Raises his eyebrows, leaning back. "You know what it means, don't you?" All smug. Leading into him talking about his own temperature, "Well, what do you think it means?" Literally makes you guess about how he feels about you. If you guess romantic, he'll lean his arm up against the wall, getting close to your face, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah."

Free boyfriend.

If you don't do teasing, he'll be more upfront. “You know what it means.” He's reciprocal so even if he didn’t romantically like you if you guess boyfriend, he’ll be like “yeah”.

Again, free boyfriend.

If you're strictly platonic, he'll do a little sigh, expression smoothing and go, “You're my best friend, dumbass.”

Free best friend.

Will become the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch if your temperature ever lowers.

Possessive possessive possessive. Competitive af. “Well, the other shifters don't feel hotter than I do, do they?" Glowers and sulks if anyone teases that your touch feels scorching hot to them.

Other than these instances, he actually NEVER mentions your temp or asks how you feel when he touches you. Would listen intently if you ever decide to describe in detail what his body temp feels to you.

Gets super smug if you mention it in front of the others.

EREN YEAGER

Sorry, there's no happy way this can end at all. :(

Eren straight up does not know about the heat thing until he inherits the attack titan's full memories.

But he's always kind of ... known in a way too. Every time your hands slap together or you pull each other out of danger, he feels it. The warmth lingering under your skin.

Grisha learned it during his studies with Zeke and Eren inherited that memory. Eren remembers then forgets in that same instant when he inherits his titan as a kid. So he knows, by pure instinct, that it's good. It feels right

He emotionally warms up to you more because of this.

Does not get touchy feely over this, although his hands often linger a little longer on you

There's two paths here. One where you're a Marleyan warrior and one where you inherit it after (jaw or in Shiganshina).

As a warrior, your betrayals burns worse than anything else. He's always suspected Reiner because of his cold+hot flashes but you? You who always burned like a star under his fingertips, who sent a wave of comfort through him?

It stings like nothing else has ever before.

It stings when he's in Marley, bandage to his face and leg, watching the people walk past.

He either waits for you purposefully or has Falco grab you a day/hours before the Marley exhibit. (Conveniently, this would be when Reiner is busy and he has an excuse to talk to Reiner later)

Or you come along with Reiner

It's such a small moment, in the end. His palm meeting yours, or your shoulders touching when you pass him by.

But it's a supernova, lit under his touch. And it settles the idea inside him that Marley and Paradis are the same, that there are people he cares for both in and outside the walls.

As a non-Marleyan, in the end, it doesn't change anything. He's still Eren and you're still you. Despite everything.

He's like a comet when he touches you later, after the rescue from Marley. Even when his knuckles are bruised from Armin's bones, when there's a fire in his eyes and death on his lips

But he's still Eren and you're still you.

And there's never enough time

(There's a memory that you only get later, after Everything. Where you sit together, toes on the beach, shoulder to shoulder. Where his skin is warmer than the sands. Where he tells you in what way he thinks about you. Where he asks you about yours and you answer. And you will remember this with a heat in your throat knowing that you'll never feel his touch again)

ARMIN ARLERT

I'm absolutely losing it just thinking about going to a sauna with Armin and after he finds out about the body heat thing he accidentally exclaims, "wait why'd you gET COLDER?" (if you do it's def because you went through the mental gymnastics of respecting his body and not getting thorsty)

He honestly didn't even realize there's a difference between normal people vs shifters because he actually hasn't touched the Warriors trio a lot prior to his shifting (so he has no baseline to compare it to). And Eren always ran hot

He really only clues in when he notices that your body temperate is a lot higher than normal and he freaks out a little, thinking you have a fever. Except everyone else assures him that no, you feel perfectly fine to them, what are you on about Armin??

Hange knows jack all about it; it's not a normal titan feature. Armin eventually has to ask Eren, Zeke or Annie about it directly

Gets flustered and comforted by the realization that you care so deeply for him. If you run crazy hot then it'll be like making him face his fear of fire (rip Armin)

If you don't know what the body temp means, he'll be all too glad to inform you! He won't ask you what temperature you feel his touches at BUT would be all too willing to test what influences the increase/decrease!

Turns super red if the experiments get a little too handsy and you both feel each other's temperatures spike

He's actually super touchy feely! Always reaching for you, giving you lingering hugs or brushing at your clothes/hair. He'll take your hand when its just you two, thumb stroking over the skin, basking in your warmth.

Will cuddle if you let him/ask him. Absolutely adores it. Always happy to indulge

If you're crushing on him, this is the thing that tips Armin off! He's so studious and acutely aware of each minute change so he notices when you get a little warmer, esp if you're reacting to him grabbing your arm or brushing something from your cheek

Probably noticed how you act around him too

If you're not crushing on him the it's just an awkward fiasco BECAUSE:

He confronts you about this. You're both just sitting down somewhere, him across from you, knees drawn up as you're talking or enjoying the silence. Eyes downcast as he brings up, "Do you have... feelings for me?" Voice soft, skin even hotter than his tomato red face. He takes your hands in his and looks up at you earnestly, "this is how I feel about you", letting you feel his emotions

In the case that Armin thinks of you strongly as a friend/ally only, he'll let you down gently. By directly referencing his newfound knowledge. Purposefully going "It's interesting that we can tell so much about the other person when you touch them like this" and he grabs your hand, looking right up into your eyes, smiling gently, "Like this. See? You'll always be my best friend" Emphasis on 'always' and 'best friend'. #friendzoned #ripyou

FALCO GRICE

Sunshine baby, baby boy, my literal son in another universe

He's always holding your hand. You're so cool! A warrior who trained with Reiner, he looks up to you immensely, although your term being close to being up stresses him TF out about Gabi

Listen, you're stuck with little brother Falco who always follows you around, tugging on your sleeve or running off on errands for you. Give him the time of day and you'll have a new dog. I mean child

If you're close to Reiner at all he'll latch on even harder. You're both his parental figures, although he gets so flustered if anyone mentions it.

He's deadset on inheriting the Armour but if you have the choice of who you can give yours to and you pick him, he's gonna cry.

He doesn't remember a lot about his first shift or the events surrounding it, except the smell of burnt flesh and fire in his arms. If you touch him at all when he immediately comes out of his titan, he'll dissolve into hysterics, crying without knowing why, because your touch reminds him immediately of the memory he's almost forgetting

Fortunately, he does forget

When you finally get to touch him after the amnesia period is over, Falco absolutely melts in your arms. Also immediately cries. Because he does know what this means, has studied this in his books, knows it from Porco's memories. Sobs and wails in your arms, feeling so secure and loved. Because you love him and you care for him. After everything he's been through, he needs this

Hugs you so, so tight every chance he gets, getting red-faced whenever Gabi teases him. Hovers by your side a lot, knowing everything will keep being okay so long as he can feel your warmth.

Always touching you, probably gets a little anxious when you leave him alone but eventually comes around.

For the kiddos out there who are crushing on my son, I raise a counter scenario. Just for you. You're now my child-in-law

Training together!! Yay!!

Your grades will vary, though you're definitely behind Gabi on the roster. Sorry, I do make the rules.

Falco excitedly told you about body heat when he read about it in a book!! You two excitedly try to figure out how you'd feel to each other.

Unfortunately, this is about the time he gets a crush on you. So Falco gets so flustered the next time you mention it to him and he ends up blurting that he hopes he never finds out what temperature you'd feel like to him.

Wants to protect you forever and ever, taking a similar route that he does with Gabi in canon.

You became shifters together! Terrible news!

Except when you're both pulled from the napes of your titans. When you have to ride with Connie, forgetting everything except the press of his hand in yours.

Falco may not remember the meaning behind the warmth but knows that it's good, that he can trust you.

Once his memories come back, avoids you to high heavens because he is so acutely aware of the flipside of this scenario. That you can feel how hot he burns because of his crush. He doesn't even think about what your hot touch means for him

You have to chase him down.

Keeps making excuses until you almost fight him trying to get him to settle.

He's definitely heartbroken if you tell him you only see him as a brother/best friend. Probably gets teary eyed and red-faced but accepts it before running off. He'll stop avoiding you after this.

Gets so red if you tell him you romantically like him too.

After the confession or when he's calmed down from the rejection, he comes back around. He's pretty constant at your side and will hold your hand if you let him, reassured by your warmth.

No matter what happens, at least you have each other.

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ on cam with bertholdt 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 15: watch my cunt!!!

✿ berthodt hoover x camgirl!reader

✿ warnings: dildos, voyeurism, p in v, creampie, on cam

"Do you like the new dildo?" you ask your fans, flashing the cam with a big smile. Your chat spams with different people and the positions they would like to see you in. Just as you're about to press the dildo inside you, the door falls open and reveals your confused roommate Bertholdt.

"Omg, Bertie? What are you doing here?" you scream, covering your body in a blanket. You can't believe your long-time roommate just has seen you with your legs open. He's confused. He isn't sure what you are doing. but his expression falls when he notices your laptop in front of you.

"Why would you do that?" he asks, looking like a deer in headlights. He can't believe you would be doing this by your own will. You were always the innocent girl in the class, and now you would choose this path? No way.

He holds your hands in his, "y/n, is someone forcing you to do this?" he questions. There's sadness and a worried look in his eyes, and he almost looks like he's about to cry.

You cry at his expression, "No, dummy. I love doing this." you confess, standing up from the bed. You open your wardrobe, showing him all of the different toys.

"This is all I want to do. This job is everything to me," you tell him. He can see how happy you look as you tell him, but he still isn't sure.

"Can you show me how it works?" he asks, looking down at his hands. You chuckle at his shyness, but you open your laptop. You press stream, and your chat fills with your different fans.

"Hi, babies. What are we gonna do today?" You smile into the camera, looking at Bertholdt by the side of your eye. He looks nervous but invested.

The comments start to fill with different suggestions of what they want to see you do. Berthold looks at the comments with wide eyes, he can't believe you are letting some freaks tell you what to do.

Mrdaddybear: Who's that?

Berthold curses when he sees the comment, shuffling off the screen. He doesn't want his day to become even weirder if some porn-obsessed creep sees his face.

"We have a guest today. He's gonna want how I treat you, guys," you announce, preparing all your favorite toys. Berthold's head is spinning, and he's not sure if he's gonna survive looking at the different sex objects. Not talking about the fact that he knows you're gonna strip, and he's gonna see you named again.

"This is my favorite," you tell him, showing a 6-inch dildo right in his face. He jumps back a bit but still examines how it looks. It's smaller than him, he thinks.

You spread your legs on the bed, showing your stream your pussy. You rub the tip of the toy up and down your slit before swiftly pushing it inside of you.

Bertholdt swears he's dead now. The way you take the toy is amazing, and he thinks about if you would be able to take him so easily too.

cumlover69: push it up your ass

"Not today," you answer the comment as you fuck yourself with the toy. You can't help but get wetter at the way your roommate watches you. You know he's hard for you, but you know you can't press that hard. You think about how big he is, This dildo is standard size for you, but maybe he's even bigger or a bit smaller. He's a big guy after all so he must be at least as big as the toy.

Master Joe: let him fuck you, I haven't seen you take a real dick before

You look at Bertholdt, knowing he noticed that comment. His face is completely red, and it even looks like he has trouble breathing.

"Some people have no morals," he grunts under his nose, almost looking pissed. Maybe you should ask him if he wants to do it.

"You look stressed," you tell him, moving closer to his body. Your hand moves up his thigh, and his breath hitches.

"Please Bertie," you beg, you want him to fuck you so bad. He's a good boy, he's gonna say yes. You love how miserable he looks right now.

"Okay, y/n."

-

Your eyebrows furrow, he's way bigger than the toy. You've never had something so big inside of you. But it's a challenge for you. You open your legs for him, showing him your whole pussy. He thinks you're beautiful even the way you're whoring yourself for him.

He kneels in front of you, lining up his cock with you entrance. You wince as he presses forward, his size too overwhelming. When he bottoms inside of you, you let out a whorish moan. You never felt so full before.

"You don't have to face the camera." you tell him, and he speeds his thrusts a bit, "Yeah, that's it. fuck me like this."

You can see he loves the praise by how his dick twitches inside you. You put your feet on the bed, humping back against his cock.

He feels so fucking good inside of you. It's been a while since you had some cock inside you, and you missed it so much. You also missed hearing the other person moan. Berthold sounds so heavenly. You know he's trying not to be loud, but you want him to show you how good your pussy is.

"You like fucking me, Bertie?" you ask him. He looks confused about what you're asking him, probably his first time inside of someone in a while too.

"Feels so good." he moans, throwing your hands on his shoulders. He folds your body in half, not caring if the people can see his face. You're the best pussy he ever had, and he's not letting it go. He knows how much you're enjoying this, your pussy holding his cock so tightly he might cum at any moment.

"I'm so close. You're gonna watch me cum?" you're not sure if you're talking to the camera or to Bertholdt. But he whines at your statement. You decide to tease him harder, "You wanna watch me cum, Bertie? Are you gonna cum at me?"

Poor Berthold has to close his eyes in order not to cum. You're so fucking lewd, but he loves it. He's close too, you both know it. It's gonna take more of your dirty sentences, and he's gonna cum.

"It's right here, Bertie." you squeak, digging your heels into his back harder, "empty your big cock inside me."

That's all it takes for both of you to cum. Your arms wrap around his body, and you press him on top of you as you shake and writhe from your orgasm. Your pussy sucks all of his cum inside, and you're almost confused at how much he cums. Poor boy hasn't cum in so long.

Your grip on his body loosens, but you let him on top of you. You smile, he's totally wearied out. You stroke his hair, letting him get off his high, making sure to end the stream.

"Did you like it, Bertie?" you mumble against his hair. he nods his head, not saying anything.

"I liked it, y/n. We can do it more often, but I don't want other people to see us."

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[plutoccult]

BRINGING THEM TO THANKSGIVING (PART TWO)

characters: reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, levi ackerman, erwin smith, and hange zoe (gender neutral pronouns for hange!)

description: headcanons on taking your favorite aot characters home to your family for thanksgiving.

read part one here

author’s note: hello! thank you for all the love on the first part of these headcanons. from my love all mine blowing up to also part one of the thanksgiving headcanons, i’m over the moon. i hope these headcanons are just as good, and happy (early) thanksgiving to those who celebrate! maybe i’ll do something christmas related in the future? in the meantime, i’m working on the next part of my haikyuu x the office au, and i hope more people will check it out! <3

REINER BRAUN:

— listen, i love this man, but he’s a mess. he wants to impress your family so bad! it’s so bad that he’s so in his head that he can’t even focus on having a good time. it’s not until you have a little talk with him in private and insist he let loose and try to have fun that he evades his overthinking head.

— despite his mess of a brain, he’s a total catch in the eyes of your grandmother and aunties. they think he’s a total HOTTIE! they can’t believe you bagged him, but at the same time are so impressed. you can’t help but roll your eyes at such comments while reiner has a hard time believing he’s that attractive.

— even if he’s not as tall as bertholdt, he’s still so tall, but has a better time navigating his stature as compared to his much taller best friend. your little cousins are quite amazed by his build, and he basically puts all the men in your family to shame in terms of muscle. good for you, honestly.

— at dinnertime, he feels more at ease and not as nervous when it came to making a good impression. he already left a positive mark on thanksgiving, and that mark continued throughout the rest of the night. everyone sure had no problem making sure that big boy was fed and was thrilled how much he loved everything. all in all, a success.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER:

— bertholdt is such a shy man!! my god!! he’s worse than reiner in terms of nervousness! no wonder they make such a great pair, they’re both wrecks. but bertholdt is sweaty, beet red mess when he walks through the door, and he can only pray no one notices and you don’t scold him for it (which you never would, but he can’t help but think you’ll do it anyway).

— he’s immediately overwhelmed by everyone greeting him all at once, a million words overlapping on another, and you have to tell everybody to call down and not scare him off right off the bat. bertholdt wouldn’t know what he’d do without you, really.

— honestly, take a shot every time someone mentions how tall bertholdt is. you’d be dead from alcohol poisoning before dinnertime, so don’t even try it. but seriously, everyone is so in awe of his height, it’s insane. you’re sometimes tempted to joke he’s not done yet growing just to make everyone sweat a little, but you don’t want to make your man even more flustered than he already is.

— unfortunately, bertholdt is too ridden with anxiety to properly eat his dinner, even if the small bites he ate were absolutely delicious. luckily for both of you, you get to take leftover plates home! the next day, he devoured his leftovers and ended up eating your plate too, but you weren’t mad. at least he enjoyed your family’s cooking in a place where he felt comfortable; at home with you.

LEVI ACKERMAN:

— you almost didn’t want to bring levi to thanksgiving. not because you didn’t want him to meet your family, but because he seemed so iffy on the subject of thanksgiving in the past. but, when you decided to take a chance and ask him about it, he was—much to your surprise—far more than willing to come along with you and even suggested the two of you bring a dish for the occasion (secretly because it was the one thing he could trust to eat).

— the two of you arrive, and you swore levi’s resting serial killer face would be the ultimate death of the holiday. your mother almost jumped when she opened the door and met levi’s piercing gaze, but was thankfully put at ease when he politely handed her the casserole he made with a soft smile. he was even nice enough to give her reheating instructions too. what a king.

— levi shockingly has a soft spot for children. you didn’t know that about him until now when you saw him cradling your baby niece in his arms with ease while she napped peacefully. the sight almost brought you to tears, seriously.

— even if levi didn’t have much of a family growing up, he could find solace in yours, secretly in his mind hoping he could always have things be this way. you were happy to see him happy, even if he had his own quirky ways of showing it, and you were so glad to have taken the leap to invite him to thanksgiving this year.

ERWIN SMITH:

— YOUR HONOR. i’m about to get oddly passionate about this for some reason, but hear me OUT. erwin is literally THEE man you want to bring home to meet your family. so serious. he’s every parent’s dream son-in-law. a father can only hope their child brings home someone like him, and luckily, you did!

— he’s such a charmer, oh my god. he just exudes bde, i’m not sorry (this is crazy coming from me, who was never a huge fan of erwin). he instantly wins over your family. you can’t even be shocked because he does this with every single person he meets, even you, who was swooned upon first meeting.

— he’s good with all the kids, just showing how more perfect he truly is, if that’s even humanly possible. everyone can’t stop talking about how awesome your man is, and you actually are proud of yourself for that. it’s about time you bagged an absolute 10 out of 10.

— when all is said and done, nobody wants him to go, they want him to stay forever! but don’t worry, he’ll come around for christmas, new year’s, and every other holiday after that.

HANGE ZOE:

— ah, my precious hange. they have their quirks, but that’s what makes them so wonderful, and that’s also why you fell for them in the first place. you can only hope your family falls for hange just like you did.

— honestly, hange just lights up the room. their presence has an instant effect on everyone, and some would argue the holiday for better once you two walked in together.

— i imagine hange talks about their inventions to your parents, showing examples of their previous work. it’s all impressive, really. you’ve got a real smarty pants on your hands, and your parents sure are happy about it! they’re just glad you’re not with someone who’s boring.

— they’re a total child at heart, not in a bad way. hange will play with the little ones as if they’re a kid themselves. they’ll even give out piggyback rides but with a little twist. the twist? bouncing around whilst a child is on their shoulders. thankfully, no one throws up.

— during dinner, hange probably thinks of good thanksgiving themed inventions and politely asks to write their ideas down on their phone since there’s a strict no phone rule at the dinner table. thankfully, your family can make an exception… as long as they’re mentioned in hange’s success story.

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[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Yeah that's totally fine sorry for not being more specific. Can I have jean, eren armin mikasa and bertholdt saving the reader from like a titan or something thanks. ( you can cut mikasa and/or eren if that's to many people for you)

a/n: i’m so so sorry this took so long. this has been in my inbox forever & i hope you’re still around, anon.

jean saves you

it was a warm night, tonight. you and jean had decided to take a late night stroll, enjoying the cool breeze and each others company. you were both oblivious to the gaping hole in wall maria.

you were laughing and joking with jean about something eren had said earlier. jean didn’t think it was all that funny but tolerated it for the sake of being in your company.

“you’re just a little hotheaded,” you laughed, pinching your thumb and pointer finger close enough to touch.

“did you hear that?” jean asked, his voice falling to a whisper.

“that’s not funny, jean.” you said sternly.

“seriously, Y/N. shut up for a second.” he hissed. he throws his right arm out in front of your chest, preventing you from taking one step further.

as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you saw it. the unmistakable foot of a titan.

your legs frozen in fear, you looked over at jean. a blank expression was on his face which was all drained of color.

it was quiet to the point where you could hear it’s breath. you could feel the warm humidity settle on your face.

in a fleeting moment of bravery, his hand wrapped around your wrist. and jean ran like hell, dragging you with him. your legs could barely keep up with his.

eventually, you reached the dorms where jean practically threw you inside. he alerted his comrades and they all begin to get their gear in a hurry to slay however many titans might be lurking within the walls.

he stopped you halfway through buckling your straps up. “no,” he said, “it’s too dark. i’ll be damned if i let you out there.”

jean wouldn’t hear another word from you as he ran through the door and into the darkness.

eren saves you

eren, now in possession of the attack and founding titan, waged a war in marley. through the chaos of it all, his goal seemed to be taking the war hammer titan’s power. you were stationed on the ground in marley, thanks to the call of the commander. it was a stupid plan but a sacrifice you were willing to make if it meant the safe return of eren.

levi and hange knew it was risky, sending you down there alone but you were the only one willing to die. you accepted long ago you’d die out on a mission and in terms of them, this seemed like a good one to go out on.

with your feet on the ground, you knew you had to act now. you needed to get the war hammers or the jaw’s attention so eren could proceed with his goal. you settled on the jaw, having a bit more familiarity with the titan because of ymir.

getting its attention was easy. running was the hard part. in the midst of everything, it went right over your head that the jaw would be near impossible to escape.

your odm gear could only carry you so fast. sweat dripped down your face in fear. you were so ready to die, weren’t you? why were you fighting it now?

a final attempt. you spin around, facing the titan and its’ teeth. flashy white teeth that would send you to your death. this is what you became a scout for.

you drew your blades, prepared to fight.

but you didn’t have to.

eren’s titan let out a roar that shook the earth. with a quick swoop, he grabbed the jaw in mid air as it leaped towards you. the attack titan held your gaze as you thanked eren over and over in your head. you hoped he could hear you.

armin saves you

in paradis, there were humans and there were titans. everything else was irrelevant. of humans, there were civilians and there were scouts. you, following your friends into the survey corps, were a scout. a terrified little girl but a scout, nonetheless.

the day you were pursuing the female titan, you had fallen out of rank. a few abnormals had pushed you further and further away from your comrades. but you had no choice, if you wanted to live, you had to abandon them.

your horse was fast enough to allude them until in a moment of fear, it bucked you off. your steed fled quickly, leaving you to your legs as a means of transportation.

what’s worse is you were in an open field, no trees to grapple onto. you would have to use the titan as an anchor if you were going to slay it.

zipping up, you launched a hook into it’s neck. sending you, it smacks you down. you had quick reflexes, hooking down into the ground and zipping back down instead of tumbling down.

how were you supposed to reach the nape of an abnormal?

a faint galloping sound reaches your ears, alerting you of a comrades presence. armin arlert.

armin showed up with his own horse and a spare. leaping up from his own horse, he flies by the titan, cutting the muscles in the back of the knees. the titan drops down giving you time to pull yourself up onto the mare.

riding back, you yell over at him, “you came back for me?”

“of course!”

bertholdt saves you

“shit,” bertholdt murmured from a branch as he saw you coming up over the horizon.

bertholdt and reiner had just taken ymir and eren. and you were damned if you weren’t going to do anything about it. your commanders told you to leave it alone but you just couldn’t. eren and ymir were your friends, dammit, and you were going to get them back.

you didn’t know you were riding into a death trap until it was too late.

titans gnawed and clawed at the tree the warriors were holed up on. you saw the cluster of them just as they had heard your horse’s hooves hitting the ground.

quickly losing interest in the people above them, the titans turned towards you. and eren and ymir wouldn’t be any help, knowing the condition they’re in.

could you turn back? you’d risk luring a group of ten, maybe fifteen, titans back to your squad. they’d handle it, right? you didn’t want to find out, instead, you charged forward relying on the trees to give you some relief.

“shit!” bertholdt repeated more urgently once he saw you continue heading forward. with the knowledge that the titans were learning to climb, he forgot he was a warrior.

“bert, don’t!” reiner threatened.

in this moment, he was a solider coming down to save you. he didn’t care about the details, he’d figure that out later. as long as you were safe, that’s all he cared about.

and he did save you. he used the titans as landmarks to grapple his way to you, lift you off the horse and back up into the tree tops.

you were safe, but at what cost?

mikasa saves you

it’s always been said that mikasa was an army of soldiers shoved into a teenage girl and while you never doubted it, you witnessed something that would make even the most sexist man bow down to her. with the fury of all her ancestors, she saved you from a death you had thought was inevitable.

stupidly, you had gotten yourself pinned against a tree. worse, you had gotten yourself pinned against a tree with empty gas canisters. your odm gear was useless and there were no low hanging branches to try to climb up.

three large titans loomed above you, nearly salivating at the thought of their next meal. their teeth were giant and captivating. it was all you could look at as they started to close in, and you could picture yourself stuck between their two front teeth. you would forever be a remnant of their latest snack until their greedy tongues would finish you off and swallow what’s left.

your back was pressed even more firmly against the wood. it hurt. could you run for it? were you able to run fast enough that you could dart between their legs without one of them grabbing you?

it didn’t matter anyway. fast enough or not, your legs refused to move. frozen in fear, you picked neither flight or fight.

a scream of feminine rage stopped the giants and pulled their attention away from you. you could have used the distraction to make a quick get away but still, your feet were glued to the ground.

she was quick, mikasa. she was fast enough to where the only thing you saw were silver blades reflecting the sun, zooming through the air. and as she moved further, each of the three titans dropped one after another. they fell like giant columns and the sound when they hit the ground was loud. the earth shook with their death.

it was no sweat to her. the look in her eyes told you she’d do this over and over again until she couldn’t no more. she was a cold blooded killer and she saved your life that day.

[luvbugs-blog]

one bed? - featuring the aot boys

today, we have: jean, bertholdt, and reiner

in which: there's only one bed? lmao have fun! note that in reiner's part, you are a warrior that escaped back to marley with reiner after the shiganshina arc.

warnings: none. i have extreme paranoia when it comes to me writing smut, so you will not see some from me until i get better (i am literally touch-starved, so i feel like anything i write will be cringe)!

author's note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know what to write next. i'm literally out of ideas. either in the comments, or in my messages. i will appreciate ANYTHING.

jean

"alright everyone," hange says, "go to your respective rooms. we'll meet back up in the morning and explore some more!" she turns to leave with onyankopon and levi who were staying in a nearby hotel as to not draw too much attention.

you look around for jean, sasha, and connie who were also staying in this hotel with you. as soon as you went to grab sasha to room with, connie swooped in, and the two were so excited that they were going to have a "sleepover". you heave a small sigh.

"don't sound too disappointed." jean says, giving you a small smile. "sad you're stuck with me tonight?"

"never." you say, bumping your shoulder with his. "it will just be much harder to keep an eye on those two." jean's smile slowly slides off his face.

"oh yeah." not much you can do about it now. you grab jean's hand and pull him to go find your room.

"this is actually so interesting, being in marley. i can't believe they have actual cars!" you say excitedly, smiling while looking out the window. you couldn't believe how advanced this place is.

"you sound like hange now! keep it down before your dumbass gets us caught." you give jean a little smack.

"oh shut up." the two of you finally reach the room, and as jean opens the door, he stops halfway into the room.

"hey! get out of my way, horse-face!" jean turns to look at you, his face a little red.

"i think they gave us the wrong room." confused, you look around jean to see there is only one bed in the entire room.

"oh." the thought of spending the night with your best friend in the same bed also made you a little pink. much to your relief, jean didn't see because he was too busy hurrying to use the bathroom. in reality, he was trying to calm himself down, but you didn't know that.

your stomach was swirling as jean finally came out of the bathroom, his face wet, like he had washed it. you had to look away. of course you were nervous. you've had a crush on the man for quite a while now. but you'd rather die than admit that.

an awkward, uncomfortable silence blanketed the room. until jean spoke up. "I honestly think we should just share it. it's pretty big. and we've grown up together. it won't be awkward."

that's a relief. "yeah. as long as your big horse feet won't kick me in the middle of the night."

"hey! my feet are normal shaped!" you giggle, the previous tension gone. "yeah yeah."

the two of you chat a little bit before calling it a night. you tuck yourself under the covers, turning your back to jean. "i hope you don't snore."

"guess you'll find out tonight." the two of you try sleeping, and for a few hours, it was successful. until the room got incredibly cold. you shuffle closer to jean, but it wasn't helping all that much. you turn around, facing jean, who looked fast asleep.

"hey." silence. "hey!" nothing. so you start poking his face, and he flinches. "what?" now you're embarrassed.

"nevermind."

"oh no. you didn’t wake me up for nothing." he pokes your face. "what do you want?"

"can you hold me?"

"what?!"

"i'm cold!"

"oh. alright then, come here."

"really?"

"yes, y/n. now hurry up." so you weasel your way into his arms, sinking into his chest. he is so warm.

and in the morning, when he wakes up before you, he'll let you sleep, with your leg around his waist and his arms around you. maybe he will finally work up the courage to ask you out.

bertholdt

you were shaken. of course you were, you were kidnapped. the last thing you remember is walking away with armin on the wall, and you could faintly hear hange talking to moblit about titans that could dig. but you wake up on a tree, in the forest which was surrounded by titans. you see ymir awake, scowling at two men up on higher trees. is that eren over there? you have to blink because it's so bright, but when it finally comes into focus, you realize it's reiner and bertholdt. oh yeah. the traitors. you start breathing heavily, thinking about how it's your lover up there. ymir tries to calm you down, her eyes wide, but it doesn't work. how could he do this to you. was everything fake? were your friends still alive. why were you here? you start feeling faint, and feel hot tears pooling at your eyes. you faintly hear the screeching of odm gear coming closer, and you hear bertholdt talking to ymir, but it's too late, and you pass out once again.

when you awaken a second time, it's night. you have to adjust your eyes to try to figure out where you are. but all you see are stars. you're on the wall. you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"y/n?" you turn your head without moving your body and see him. bertholdt, who's eyes are red and swollen. you reach your hand up to hold his face but then think better of it. you let your hand fall.

"i'm so sorry. y/n, i'm so sor-"

"bertholdt!" you recognize reiner's voice and lift your body up, with his hand on your back. you shove his hand away, ignoring the hurt look on his face. you see reiner and ymir coming your way. while bertholdt and reiner whisper to each other, ymir comes to check on you.

"are you alright?" you shrug. which earns a sad smirk from ymir. shortly after, bertholdt returns to kneeling next to you, but not saying anything. after a while, you find your voice.

you turn your head to bertholdt and ask, "how did i get here?" he flinches at your strained tone, but softly explains what happened while reiner and ymir set up sleeping bags they found in the district below. you also find out the truth about bertholdt's background. about him being from marley, his mission, why he decided to become a warrior. he explained about his sick father and the oppression he received just because he was eldian.

and suddenly, your heart was conflicted. there was life outside of the walls. but they weren't free. they had the same blood you did, and they were being tortured for it. but they killed so many innocent people from inside the walls. those people didn't know what they were dying for. they didn't deserve to die. you wanted to yell and scream at him, but you also wanted to comfort him. so you cried. you cried and cried and fell into him because you were weak, and despite hating him for all he had done, you loved him. and he held you as you cried, and eventually he started crying with you. so the two of you cried until there were no tears left. in the silence left behind, you whispered to him, "take me with you. take me home with you." too weak to argue, he agreed. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and wiped away your tears.

"ok."

what felt like hours later, reiner came to drop off the sleeping bag.

"i'm sorry, but we could only find three." while bertholdt starting insisting you take it, you just stand up and take the sleeping back from reiner, giving the man a hug, which surprised him.

"thank you. one is enough. we can share." and so you did.

you held onto his long ass body and just held each other, oozing comfort the both of you needed.

reiner

while porco and pieck were mocking him from behind, you were at his side, giggling at his little pout. you intertwined your arm with his and put your head on his shoulder, causing the two goons to laugh and mock even more. but the two of you didn't care. you guys were considered pretty close before, but after returning from paradise, the two of you were inseparable. the two of you walked along the festival, reiner occasionally having to stop to pay for gabi and the others, but never separating from you.

"oh, reiner!" pieck says, "don't forget about the meeting we have tomorrow." the both of you sigh.

"we haven't forgotten pieck," he replies. you detach yourself from reiner when you see porco beckoning to you. while reiner and pieck chatted, you were able to talk a bit with porco. the two of you wandered for a bit before reiner came to pull you away, looking a bit jealous, which porco wouldn't let him live down.

the two of you follow the children around until they get too tired and full from all the festival food. while reiner is dragging gabi around, the two of you talk about the trek you will have to make for the meeting.

"we should rent a hotel room. that way we won't have to get up too early tomorrow to travel."

"good idea!" so after dropping off the children at their respective homes, the two of you hitch a ride to the hotel nearest to HQ where the meeting was taking place. when the two of you check in, you only ask for one room, but two separate beds.

however, when the two of you went to go to sleep, there was only one bed. although, it didn't bother you two that much, as the two of you often slept over together.

so when it was time for bed, the two of you crawled in together, immediately cuddling together. you lay your head on his chest and he holds you. this was how you often found comfort when the two of you first got back from the island, often crying about bertholdt, annie, and the comrades you considered friends. and the two of you haven't stopped this little routine, even years later.

but this time felt a little different. reiner was holding you more tightly than usual. but you couldn't bring yourself to ask why because you were too tired. as you were falling asleep, you hear him whisper, "I love you." not that you would know this, but he had been telling you this for a long time when you were sleeping. so it quite surprise to him when you opened your eyes and smiled.

"I love you too." you slowly press a kiss to his lips and he graciously returns it.

author's note (again): will there be a part two? idk yet. let me know if y'all want one in the comments section. (and i know you saw my author's note up top. *suspicious side eye* you better tell me what to write next)

[pinkmirth]

Bertholdt being shy about how big his dick is has me kicking my feet n twirling my hair <33

He would 100% roll his hips against yours when you’re making out with him n then get shy when you’re surprised because you can feel how big n heavy his cock is sjfjakcnkand

𝒢ℰ𝒩𝒯ℒℰ 𝒢ℐ𝒜𝒩𝒯 . . !

𝓈𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: based on this post! a teensy-tiny drabble for bertl! my sweet big boy 💘

𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈: (700+ words of . . .) aged up!bertholdt hoover x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, bertl has a mega size kink, handjob, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex, mention of bertl’s big bawls, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

omfg sandie!!! now this is everything to me! there’s nothin’ like a giant man who can’t truly grasp just how large he is.

bertholdt is well aware of his height— since his earliest memories he’s towered over others, standing head and shoulder above them. but when it comes to size-size? bertl doesn’t fully register how big he is. this bashful man don’t got a clue in the world!

your reaction to bertl discarding his underwear is what gets him to finally understand. to you, he already looked fairly large when wearing his boxers, but witnessing the real thing proves to be a stark difference. you unashamedly observe your boyfriend’s fat dick as it throbs lewdly, free of any confines. he can feel your keen eyes fixate on him.

“you’re fuckin’ huge.” you release the airiest whisper.

to that, bertholdt’s breath catches in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing. he gets self-conscious, even more so than usual. a stream of questions swirl about in his head. is he too big? will you be able to handle him? are there even condoms in his size?

his worries quickly dissipate once you begin to wrap your dainty fingers around his cock. you stroke whatever you can manage to reach, touching down his shaft and twirling your hand over the precum-smeared tip. you gaze at his endowment with lust-blown eyes, seemingly appreciative of what he has to offer.

“how big are you, baby?” he doesn’t know. hell, he’s never cared to check or measure before now. your assumption is nine whole inches, maybe ten.

“i— fuck,” he lets a foul whine slip past, bringing a hand to cover his mouth. he shyly speaks through his slender fingers, “i-i’m not sure...” with a stammer, bertholdt instinctively rolls his hips, bucking against your hand. his pale-green eyes stay trained on how you can barely close your fingers around the base of his girthy dick. in that very moment, within the depths of his mind, he can practically hear a switch flicking— that’s the size kink he never knew he had, officially turning on.

following that experience, bertholdt’s shyness considering his length doesn’t get any better. he’s easily flustered, but also more self-aware than he’s ever been. bertl starts to notice how wide your plush lips stretch around his cockhead when taking him into your wet, pliant mouth. he finds it amusing; how you can’t mutter a word when he fills up your throat, weighty and pulsing against your tongue.

he admittedly likes to give himself a rush during sex, by sizing you up— placing his rigid cock onto your tummy, just to make an estimate of how far he’ll reach. before long, he brushes past your folds and pushes into your velvety cunt. you clamp down fervidly, eager to take all of him.

he’s settled in your womb. you’re so fucking full. “it’s big,” you brainlessly mewl. bertl interlocks his fingers with yours, cheeks dusted red. he makes slow, impassioned thrusts forward, swiveling his hips to plunge into you just right.

“is it too much, love?” bertholdt’s words spill out shakily, wavering breaths dropping from his agape mouth. dark shaggy bangs fall across his forehead. you thread your hand through his hair to help him brush it back. faint traces of sweat trail down his forehead. “uh-uh. it’s perfect, baby,” you reassure with a soothing smile, pressing your lips to his. he returns the haphazard kisses, immodestly groaning into your mouth.

you’re always given generously thick loads when he finishes, because his balls are fat and heavy, too. bertholdt is slowly, but surely, learning how to use his imposing size for your benefit.

[multifandomloverr]

aot boys - pda headcanons

eren

I think eren’s pda would show most strongly when he’s jealous - when you’re receiving attention from another guy (which in typical eren fashion, is very often). he’d interrupt the conversation by glaring at whoever dared to flirt with you and drag you away by the arm, giving some stupid excuse to pull you away. he’d refuse to let go of your waist after, and stand in a way that physically blocks other people from looking at you.

armin

he would definitely be quite shy about pda at the start, but as the relationship grows, he’d be the one to hold your hand in public, tuck your hair behind your ears and ask about your well-being every so often. somehow I feel he would be the kind of partner that would carry extra hair ties around his wrist just in case you lost or snapped yours.

jean

I feel he would be the clingy one, always looking for you in every room and making it a point to stay physically near you. he’d initially get shy if you start any sort of physical contact or light flirting, but would secretly enjoy that you’re proud of being with him in public. as you get closer, he’d always loop his arm around your shoulder to be near you, surprise you with back hugs (and get groaned at by connie to get a room) and start fights if anyone dared to bully you.

reiner

reiner would be proud to show you off and wouldn’t be shy about showing his affection for you in front of others - this would manifest in his hand on your thigh whenever you sit together, always helping you up on your horse (both because you might be too short to get on comfortably and just because he wants to flex that he’s strong enough to lift you up easily) and using every excuse to bring you up as “his girl” in every conversation. 

bertholdt

similar to armin, I think bertholdt would be quite shy about pda at the start but as the relationship gets more established, he would be more comfortable with showing his love for you in public. since he’s more reserved by nature, his acts of affection are more subtle - wordlessly helping you carry anything you’re holding even if it’s not that heavy, helping to eat your leftovers or anything on your plate you’re not fond of and intertwining fingers with you as you both trail behind the group.

levi

I doubt he would be a big fan of pda, his public displays would at most extend to him coming to find you before commencing an expedition, ensuring your straps are all tightened, fussing over your supplies and insisting that you find him if the slightest thing goes awry. when he thinks no one is looking, he’ll give you a gentle smile and link his pinky with yours for a few seconds before resuming his usual cold demeanour. 

erwin

as commander, he makes it a point to be professional when he’s in public. the closest form of pda coming from him would be gentle smiles, head pats, a hand on the small of your back to guide you as you walk and hands brushing by each other every so often. if you were to loop your arm around his or attempt a side hug, he would probably gently weave out of it and wait till you’re in private to remind you why he doesn’t publicly reciprocate and assure you he still loves you even if he can’t be outrightly affectionate.

[tender-hearteddd]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

bertholdt x fem!reader

MDNI! modern au, college au, cowgirl position, mentions of a breeding kink, fingering, bertholdt is the best boyfriend, no power dynamics but i guess bertholdt is a pleasure/soft dom??? you can read it in that way if you’d like but he just takes care of his girl, that’s all

WC - 2.2k

A/N - my first smut :D can you tell im ovulating LOL also it’s kinda bad :( and unedited :( and not proofread :( so enjoy at ur own risk!

bertholdt is a gentleman - in every way.

never let’s you open up your own door, walks on the outside of the sidewalk, gets you flowers every week, even learned how to arrange flowers just so he can make them prettier for you, walks you to your dorm every night, will even rush to you if he’s not on campus. he has to make sure his girl is safe. they’re simple acts, really.

and those are not the only things he does to let you that you’re loved.

he takes all these pretty photos of you like it’s his god given right, calls you more than just the classic pet names but will call you his flower, his petal, his dove, his song, his love, his life, isn’t afraid to hold you in his arms anymore.

ah yes, bertholdt hoover is a true gentleman, in every way. kind and polite to everyone, is gentle with all the things he holds in his giant hands, treats you like you’re an angel (and you are).

that includes in the bedroom.

the giraffe of a man makes sure to always brings your small hand in his giant one to his lips and gives it a peck before he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. he holds your naked body close to him and has his mouth on your mouth, creating an aura of your deep love and devotion to each other. He always makes sure you cum first, that you’re always ready before he enters you. He will never go too fast or too hard unless you tell him to. bertholdt prioritizes your pleasure over his, even if that means he doesn’t get to cum, seeing you orgasm is the closest he’s felt to godliness. he lays you down on his pillow, always spends hours loosening you up by having his fingers coax your warmth open, his mouth on your clit gently sucking on it as he feels your pussy getting soaked and your natural smell entering his nostrils. sometimes he holds your hips to his face and just devours you right than and there because he’s so desperate to taste you. will inhale your natural scent like it’s his favorite perfume, and it is.

you’re being too good to him, bertholdt thinks. he has no idea why he deserves the way your cunt hugs him but nonetheless, he owes his life to you.

youre a good girl - telling him earlier how you’ll take his heavy balls with no prep, only with the bottle of glistening lube he witnessed you lathering onto your cunt so you can “feel all of him” you claimed.

“at least let me make you feel good too.” bertholdt pleaded with you.

“no,” you briskly told him as you unbuckled his pants, “you feeling good will make me feel good.”

now here you are, your back glistening with sweat, your knees spread against his hips as you bring yourself up and down on your boyfriends cock, tightening yourself on the head of his long shaft when you bring yourself up, humping yourself foreword when you bring yourself down to feel him hit that certain spot that only he can reach. youre chanting his name as you tighten around him every time the curve of the head of his cock hits your sensitive walls in the most delicious way possible as you try your hardest not to cum, unaware that bertholdt is doing the same.

bertholdt can die like this.

it’s one of the most beautiful views he’s ever seen. beats any starry night, city lights, or any pretty sight.

the warm light from the lamp casts a shadow over you two - you sitting on top of him with your chin angled towards the ceiling and your features contorted in pleasure while bertholdt sits back and admires the beauty of your backside. a frank ocean song is in the background and for the first time, bertholdt can’t recall which one it is.

his head is against the one uncovered pillow he has on the bed his feet hang off of; a heap of hair is matted against his forehead as his body grows more warmer than usual, his left hand caresses your breast, playing with your tit and his right is on your hip, trying so desperately hard to slow down your bouncing. your hands hold his against your body as the only thing on your mind is the need to make bertholdt cum.

bertholdt’s eyelids are starting to feel heavy but he cannot dare to even lose a second of the sight in front of him.

bertholdt witnesses the way your hair falls out of the bun you put it in a few moments earlier and how it paints your back into an art piece that should be in a museum - but even artists cannot capture the way beauty drips from your body. you look back at him, with those pretty eyes and the way they compliment your skin tone, opening those pretty lips and begging him to

“cum inside me!”

bertholdt swears he might go insane.

your thighs burn as you fuck yourself onto your boyfriends cock until you can feel him in your throat, pretty eyes closed in pleasure as you can feel your brain becoming mush when bertholdt halts your hips against his pelvis just so he can bury his cum into your tight cunt.

bertholdt sits up and lays his forehead against the top of your head, trying to find himself in the smell of your sweat and hair products.

“wanna make you cum again!” you eagerly told him as you move your head away from his forehead to look up at him while you can feel his cock softening inside you.

“let’s take a break baby.” bertholdt catches his breath as he lays you against him, the two of you now laying down together.

“didn’t feel you cum.” he mumbles against your ear while he mindlessly traces little inconceivable patterns on your body.

“told you i wanted to make you feel good.” you beamed, swearing you could still feel bertholdt deep inside you.

“not the point,” he gently pulls you off his softening length out of you, groaning when he’s seen a bit of his seed escape. he sat up and sits you on his right leg and widens your legs for you as you hiss at the seemingly cold air you didn’t realize was coming from the fan in his room due to the warmth you and your boyfriend were creating.

“let me take care of you.” bertholdt whispered against your neck, suckling at just one of your many sensitive spots.

you think it’s unfair how’s he’s always pleasuring you but never him. he’s the kindest. too kind for his own good sometimes. you see the way people walk all over him, how people take his kindness for granted, how he’s always at his limit but never goes past it. you just wanted to take care of him.

“but you always do.” you protest against his advances even though you can feel that familiar wetness between your open legs right now. sure you wanted to take care of him, but god his dick fucks you too good - for youre own good.

“and?” bertholdt chuckles. “it’s my duty.” he half-jokingly said, knowing it really is his duty to take care of his girl. he trails his palm on your thighs to your increasing wetness, kissing that sensitive spot on your neck that you just love so much. his hands are bigger than any you’ve ever seen; bertholdt himself is bigger than any person you’ve ever seen. standing over 6’4, your big and broad man is fully dedicated to you and only you.

“bertholdt,” you close your thighs with his hands still in between them and turn yourself to him, closing your arms around his neck. your face is stern as your eyebrows slightly furrow in frustration “don’t you get it? i just want to take care of you the way you take care of me.”

bertholdt pushes open your warm thighs once again, you leaving an arm around his neck to accept the fact that your about to get your shit rearranged just from your dork of a boyfriends fingers. the need to make you cum fulfills bertholdt like his life depends on it. “you already have,” he whispers into your neck as he litters your neck in hickies.

the sound of your slick separating in between your folded lips makes bertholdt groan. “let me take care of you,” he whispers once again against your pretty neck, catching your lips in his, colliding his tongue with yours to taste you.

bertholdt lathers his middle and ring finger in your juices and presses his palm onto your clit, getting a moan out of you. wet with your natural slick and his seed, his fingers create the the same sound it did when you separated your legs. he has his palm giving slight pressure to your clit while his long and thick fingers stretch out your tightness and reach spots in your velvety walls no man ever has. he presses them up against you walls, stimulating all the sensitivities.

you moan into his mouth as he enters his fingers in and out of you with his own calculated routine he created as he took orgasms out of you throughout your whole relationship. he’ll thrust his fingers deep into you to stimulate your sensitivities closer to your cervix and once his fingers come back forward, he thrusts up to stimulate that special spot right behind your clit he knows you love so much all the while giving pressure to your sensitive nub with his palm every time he thrusts his finger back into you and putting pressure onto your abdomen to tie it all together. bertholdt knows all your special spots that make his girls head feel mushy - kisses on the side of your neck, massages your waist when youre on top, holds your hips firmly against his to the point it creates bruises (that he knows how much you love), pressure on your abdomen, tongue wrapping itself around your nipple, the many spots inside your pussy, hell, even on your pinky toe (but he’s the only one allowed to know this) - stimulating all these spots has his girl thinking he pays for it.

you separate your lips from his, a strand of saliva still connecting both of you two as if your guys lips want to stay together. bertholdt brings his big head down to your breast and collides his mouth onto your sensitive and hard nipples, wanting his senses to be filled with you and only you.

“want you to take care of me!” you plead to your big and broad man.

you’re chanting his name as if he’s your god begging for mercy with your legs start to tremble from the increasing speed of his fingers and the way they’re abusing your gummy walls as he fucks his cum back into you while simultaneously increasing your wetness. as with his long fingers increase the sound of your slick + the mixture of bertholdt’s cum and your pleas fill the air, bertholdt can feel your cunt invite both of his fingers. he can feel your clit getting swollen and your pussy getting warmer and warmer as it grips around his finger.

bertholdt takes his mouth off of your breast, a whine coming out of your lips from the loss of contact, “gonna cum? hmm?” bertholdt looks up at you with lidded/dazed out eyes as he can feel himself hardening. you nod at him with teary eyes and pretty whines. maybe you’ll take care of him like you claimed.

“mhmm!” you plead to him, over and over again, as you begin to raise your hips with the increasing, excessive pleasure bertholdt is sacrificing to you. but bertholdt doesn’t allow you to raise your hips to escape the pleasure. instead, he puts his mouth back onto your mouth, missing the taste of your tongue on his, his fingers fucking his special technique into you at a speed that should be illegal, the sound of your gushing, throbbing cunt decorating the room, his palm continuously making your clit throb as your sweet spot radiate your whole entire body. “more! more! more!“ you plead into his lips as he presses deeply against your abdomen, the pressure from your abdomen being your final straw as bertholdt has his pretty girl gushing onto his fingers/forearm.

you cry out in pleasure as you writh into bertholdts side as you can feel your cunt spasming and your legs shaking. bertholdt has his mouth on yours once again, you losing yourself in the way his tongue swallows yours while also simultaneously looking for your mind. you let go once again and whimper once you feel your body calming down. bertholdt holds you impossibly closer to his side as you overcome waves of the mind blowing orgasm bertholdt pulled out of you just from his fingers.

“all good?” bertholdt asked.

“more than good!” you beam at him, tiredness still evident in your voice “you always treat me so good.” you ponder.

“i can still feel you inside me,” you breathlessly tell bertholdt as you lay your head on top of his shoulder blade - still trying to find where your mind went.

bertholdt grows worried “is there something wrong?”

“no!” you reassure him, “i just love when you fill me up.” you gently smile at him, still getting over your orgasm. bertholdt thinks you’re the prettiest like this, well he has this revelation everyday - you’re the prettiest when you’re waking up, you’re the prettiest when you take your morning pee, you’re the prettiest when you poke fun at annie’s sidepart and you’re the prettiest right now, sitting on his lap, your head laying down on his shoulder blade, looking up at him with dazed eyes and a gentle smile on your lips.

bertholdt sighs happily, “come on,” bertholdt picks you up in his arms.

“where are you taking me?” you ask him.

“gonna take a bath together.” he whispers to you, a bit shy even when he just had the same fingers holding onto you inside your pussy.

“awww,” you coo up at your big and broad man giving him that pretty smile he loves so much “you’re a very fine gentleman my love.”

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♡ Bertholdt Hoover Alphabet Prompt ♡

♡ A. Admitting feelings ♡

Do they admit it first? Wait for someone else? And how do they go about it?

He’d need to hear the words come out of your mouth first. Bertholdt’s in denial of his own feelings for a plethora of reasons. Selfishly, the mission aside, he doesn’t believe you could ever feel that way about him. When you admit your feelings though, for a moment, he can’t think of anything else.

♡ B. Bad Habit ♡

What bad habits do they have?

Biting the insides of his cheeks when he wanders too deep into the darker part of his mind.

Something that would undoubtedly affect you though? White lies or half truths, believe him, all he wants is to tell you everything. Whether it’s because words fail him or the risk of danger is too high… he just can’t.

♡ C. Commitment ♡

Do they want a five-minute thing? Marriage? House and a dog?

Bertholdt is a romantic. In his mind he’ll have it all with you; the perfect life. He hangs onto that moment as he wakes up, the breathe right before reality crushes itself back on his shoulders. He chooses to forget about everything else just to have that sweet dream in his grasp a little longer.

♡ D. Damage ♡

As in ‘what’s their damage’ are they a difficult person? Been hurt before and need help healing? Won’t let people in? ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude?

There’s a lock on him from head to toe and the key is always kept just out of reach. You can tell when he wants to tell you something, his lips part but shut just as quickly and he averts his olive green eyes. It’s awful, this part of the dance where he takes two steps away from you but holds onto your hand like a lifeline.

‘I could help you,’ you want to say.

His eyes say he knows that to be true.

♡ E. Energy ♡

Would you have trouble keeping up with them? Extrovert/introvert/ambient?

Introvert! He doesn’t mind being in a large group or crowd but he might need to leave early. Being one on one with you or doesn’t drain his social battery. Reiner is a different case, as much as Bertholdt respects and appreciates him, it’s tiresome holding up a persona even for his closest friend. Everything about you is so effortless.

♡ F. First date ♡

Their ideal first date

There’s things Bertholdt’s never done himself that he would love to experience with you. What would you like most, though? Fantasies create themselves at inconvenient times; from getting ice cream and enjoying it together by a fountain, picking apples, walking along the beach and finding shells for each other, stargazing and talking deep into the night, to simply chatting with you over a game of chess.

Despite all the possibilities, he knows exactly what he’d do. He wants to cook you dinner, your favorite meal, with wine and candles— the whole nine yards! In his mind it goes perfectly, he’d be the man you deserve. He’d pull out your chair and tell you how nice you look that evening, then quickly stammer out how you look nice every day. You’d hold his hand and thank him, flash him that smile he’d die for. In actuality, it doesn’t go perfect by definition but it is perfect because you’re there.

♡ G. Gentle ♡

How gentle are they?

Agonizingly gentle. Bertholdt’s touch trembles slightly in the beginning but as he grows more comfortable with you, he relaxes. You might be frustrated at first when he touches you like your glass, then you realize that’s.. simply who he is. Gentle. His words can be firm when they need to be but he almost never raises his voice and especially not at you. There’s this unfailing softness to Bertholdt that only you get to endure.

♡ H. Honesty ♡

How open are they?

Bertholdt has secrets (obviously) but tells you as much as he can without crossing that line. The moment the bond between you two go deeper then camaraderie, he vows not to lie to you if he can help it. He progressively gets better about explaining how he feels which is an enormous leap for him to make. You make saying something as simple as “I’m not ok right now,” easier.

♡ I. I love you’s ♡

Who says it first?

It’s messy and jumbled and sickeningly sweet and absolutely Bertholdt. He’ll never forget it. You were so incredibly patient even when you knew exactly where his extremely long sentence was going. Your eyes sparkled, your smile nearly broke your face and a gentle blush dusted your cheeks. His heart hurt in a way he never thought capable then suddenly stopped as soon as the words left his lips. During the tiniest gap of silence before you responded, his sweaty palms ran over his thighs,

“I love you too,”

His heart exploded then.

♡ J. Jealous ♡

Are they jealous? How do they handle it?

Specific incidents where someone is deliberately flirting with you and Bertholdt is nearby— or dare they attempt right in front of him, mistaking his quiet nature for weakness. Insecurities bubble to the surface, his face flushed red in anger, terror grips at his heart at the thought of losing you. With a bit of gentle prying he can explain, thanks to you, how he feels and why.

Stars forbid someone made you uncomfortable or grabbed at you though. Entirely different situation that would have Bertholdt utterly livid. He handles himself gracefully, quickly and angles himself in front of you, staring down the person and silently threatening them with a furious glare. It’s rare to see that side of Bertholdt but oddly sweet to know he’d do that for you.

♡ K. Kiss ♡

What kind of kisser? Deep and passionate? Sloppy? Little pecks on the cheek?

Stars, he’s the sweetest kisser on the planet! Bertholdt asks almost every time if he can kiss you, even though he gives himself away by staring at your lips and tip toeing closer in an odd dance. His lips are soft at first but the intent, the need, the love, has electricity zapping straight to your heart every time they touch.

♡ L. Listen ♡

Do they hang off your every word or have selective hearing?

You wonder sometimes if he has a library in his mind of things you’ve said or offhandedly mentioned. Bertholdt challenges himself to remember every single word that leaves your lips, and wins. You couldn’t know this, but he wants to commit every detail of you, everything you’ve ever said to memory… in case he ever has to think about you in past tense.

♡ M. Maintenance ♡

Are they high maintenance? Low? Do they need more skincare products than you?

Shoulders down it looks like he’s in tip-top shape. His uniform is always pristine, no wrinkles in his casual clothes, no dirt on his boots at the beginning of the day. Hair? A short, unkempt, bed headed mess. You love it. Overall Bertholdt is a very clean person and always smells nice.

♡ N. Nest ♡

What does their room look like?

Similar to his appearance, his personal room would be neat and tidy. There’s personal touches, hobbies, a plethora of books but no pictures. Bertholdt always keeps his bed made and sheets washed—except for if you were to use it. Not for anything weird! He just likes the reminder you were there. Sometimes your shampoo lingers on the pillow case and brings him comfort for a little while, it makes sleeping alone easier.

♡ O. Opinion ♡

Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. Do they listen to others’ views? Mansplain? Talk over or have a spirited debate?

Bertholdt doesn’t give his opinion without being prompted. If he thinks it will hurt someone’s feelings he’d rather not say it at all. He listens plenty and gathers information like he was trained to do. You, for whatever reason, always want to hear what he thinks even if you disagree. He doesn’t like not being on the same page as you, he feels like it’s arguing or will lead to one and will brew into resentment. It never has.

♡ P. Protection ♡

Are they overboard or level headed about protecting their loved ones?

Considering he joined the Warrior program for his father, it’s safe to say he would go through any lengths to protect his family. Annie and Reiner can take care of themselves for certain but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry or won’t help keep them safe, if he can. The same goes for his other, newer camrades.

You though? Bertholdt will carry out unspeakable acts if it means keeping you alive. He won’t charge in blind, definitely not in a situation where he knows you can handle yourself. But that silent promise is forever there.

♡ Q. Quirk ♡

What strange little personality quirks do they have?

You noticed it before he did and innocently pointed it out which made him so flustered he couldn’t speak the rest of the day. Bertholdt tries to make himself small. Pressing himself against walls, crouching, hugging his legs when he sits, etc. First was stunned that you paid enough attention to him to see this, then he reflected on it for longer than he’d like to admit.

♡ R. Reliable ♡

Can you count on them?

He asks himself this often. His head and gut say no but his heart and body screams yes. The only time he moves before he can think about what he’s doing is when it comes to you.

♡ S. Scent ♡

Their perfume/cologne/natural musk

Naturally he smells like cedarwood and plums. You don’t know what plums are yet, it’s a subtly sweet, fruity scent. Barely there yet clings to him. Sometimes you catch whiffs of leather.

♡ T. Temper ♡

What is their temper like? Quick to anger? Long fuse? How bad do they lose it?

Seldom have you ever seen him snap, it’s a bit frightening when it happens. Bertholdt is very restrained, he prides himself on it.

♡ U. Unwind ♡

How do they relax?

Relax? Bertholdt? He’s stressed so much it bleeds into his sleep! Jokes aside, he enjoys reading and playing chess, enjoyable and a nice distraction. If he’s too wound up to sit still for those he likes to cook, an even better distraction and dispels that extra nervous energy he may have.

Fun fact: mornings are his favorite time of day; the sun kissing the horizon in greeting before the pleasant chill gets stolen away by its heat. Bertholdt prefers to sleep in if he can but if he has a nightmare, or just happens to be awake, he likes the peacefulness of mornings.

♡ V. Value ♡

What’s their love language? What makes them feel special?

Giving and receiving, Bertholdt’s love languages are tied between words of affirmation and quality time.

♡ W. Welcoming ♡

How do they feel about PDA?

Bertholdt wants to be selfish for once in his life and keep you his secret. It’s mostly for your safety but he couldn’t say how temporary that is. He won’t hesitate to help you off the ground and let your hands linger but PDA isn’t for him.

However, you’ve both found a way around that bump with hidden affectionate acts. Sitting next to him during meals so your legs can touch, maybe even holding pinkies under the table or resting a hand on a knee.

♡ X. Xylophone ♡

What’s their song?

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

So when everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am, hey

♡ Y. Yearning ♡

How do they act when separated?

Where are you going? How long will you be gone? Are you safe? Bertholdt has worse case scenarios zipping through his head faster than Survey Corps horses can run. It’s par the course for this life, he’s often reminded bitterly. It’s not dramatic to admit he’d be more comfortable if he could see you at all times.

Also he just misses you when you’re parted. Badly. While on the outside it looks as if he’s unbothered, his eyes roam for you if he knows you’re returning soon. He’s often compared to a lost puppy, which he can’t bring himself to deny strongly enough for anyone to believe.

♡ Z. Zzz ♡

Do they sleep a lot? Not enough? Night owl or early bird? Light sleeper or heavy?

When he finally does fall asleep it can be hard to wake him up. His sleeping positions are infamous and he doesn’t wake to the laughter that go on around him. A nightmare, a loud sound or a jolting shove would do the trick but Bertholdt’s a deep sleeper.

In your arms it’s a different story. He sleps peacefully the whole night and wakes up refreshed for a change. It’s always a good day when he can open his eyes and see you there beside him.

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

I BASICALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS.

Can I please request an Armin fic? Or a hq about all aot characters and what they’re like when taking a bath together. Just being intimate and loveydovey(smutty if possible)

Imagine taking a bath together...

It's been a long and tiring day of work for you. Your coworkers were so annoying today and your boss got mad at you for a small mistake. You almost made the day keeping a neutral face but as soon as he saw your face, he knew there was something wrong with you: you looked like if you were on the verge of crying.

Now you are sitting between his legs, your sore body pressed against his.There is nothing better than having a relaxing moment with your boyfriend in the bathtub. His fingers are gently rubbing your scalp while his lips leave soft kisses on your shoulder. A sigh of satisfaction escapes your lips, making your man chuckle.

"I love so much."

He whispers into your ear, his fingers sliding down to caress your back, washing the soap away. It's been a while since you haven't been this intimate with each other and honestly you missed the feeling of his skin touching yours. His kisses and caresses make you crave more for him, your hips starting to move on their own.

"What do you think you are doing?"

His eyebrows raise into a frown and a smirk displays on his face. You can feel his cock harden as you move more your hips against his. Fuck, you need him now. Your boyfriend looks at you with a proud look when you turn around to straddle him. His fingers find their way to your boobs, taking one in his mouth with his tongue licking the hard nipple.

A breathless moan leaves your lips as you throw your head back slightly, your walls clenching around nothing. Without a second thought, you insert his dick in your pussy with a single thrust.

"Fuck baby, you are going to make me cum way too soon if you clench like that."

He grunts, his hands grabbing your hips to keep you steady. With each thrust, small waves of water are created, menacing to overflow. The smell of soap gets stronger, invading your nose like a sweet poison. The water makes your body feel as light as a feather, the thrusts become quicker and harder.

You are both close.

His dick is throbbing inside you, releasing loads of cum in your pussy. This is your breaking point. Your head falls on his shoulder as your eyes roll back in pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls out, the cum mixing with the now cold water.

"Mhm, guess we will have to take a shower after that."

God how you love taking baths with him.

ARMIN, Levi, REINER, Bertholdt, MEGUMI, Nanami, Yuji & any of your fav

Tagging: @levisfavoriteteashop, @priv-rose, @keischreiber

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𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: it’s my love language ok. just needed to get this out of my system. also no gifs cus i'm sleepy...

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊eren, levi, connie, reiner, and bertholdt.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw but suggestive hehe.

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— HE UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT, down to tussle anytime I promise you. Just make sure you’re ready for the smoke because he will not be going easy on you, he wants to WIN.

— The most likely to get a little too rough with it and one or both of you gets genuinely hurt 💀

— Something about play fighting flicks a switch in his brain and makes him feel like a kid again. Can’t help but laugh because hey this is so much fun.

— Eren is actually more likely to initiate and gets upset if you’re not as into it as him like, “Babe fight back :(((“

— Best way to win against him if you aren’t as physically able is to distract him! Nip at his ear, dig your fingers into his side to tickle him, press a kiss to his neck as you lunge for him. Makes him short circuit, all of a sudden he doesn’t wanna fight anymore 😳

— Henceforth why 9/10 times your roughhousing turns into you making out or something else.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂��𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— Finds it annoying, naturally. But if you pester him enough he’ll give in and indulge you. He expects you to get bored after pinning you several times, but when you keep coming back for more he gets really into it. All of a sudden his pupils are all big and he’s fighting more enthusiastically.

— Play fighting brings out his inner child tbh. I doubt you can overpower his insane ackerman strength, but you can outmaneuver him if you really try. The look on his face when you finally flip him onto his back is worth the struggle. Grey eyes wide and the slightest of blushes adorning his pale cheeks.

“Ha! I finally got you!” you pant triumphantly, practically heaving from the effort it took to pin him.

“Yeah you got me. Now get off, you’re heavy.” he can’t even look at you, the image of you atop him is doing things to him he isn’t ready to confront.

— Learns to love roughhousing with you in time. It’s a nice way to burn off any restlessness before you wind down for bed.

— Don’t expect to win very often, and if you do give him plenty of kisses to soften the blow. He’s incredibly ticklish and you can abuse this fatal flaw to get the upper hand, he gets all squirmy and is more focused on wiggling away than fighting you between the wheezes being forced out of him.

— Sometimes he’s simply too exhausted to play to which you can usually tell and wrap him up in your arms to cuddle instead.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— LOVES TO PLAY FIGHT!! In fact he’s usually the one that initiates! Hope you’re watching your six cus he could attack at any time, you’ll just be minding your own business and suddenly he’s pouncing on you from behind.

— Beware!! He does not play fair! Will pull out all the stops: tickling, smooching, pinching, BITING. He’s feral istg 😭 Pulls you back by the shirt when you scramble away, rests his whole weight on you to keep you immobile, will even pretend like you hurt him to get you to lower your guard so he can strike back.

“Connie ow! Did you just??? Did you just bite me?!”

“You didn’t say it was against the rules 🤨”

— Connie is overall a very affectionate partner, and I feel like he interprets your desire to roughhouse as wanting to be close to him. Another way to say “I love you and want to be around you.”

— It’s all too easy to get distracted by his grinning lips while you’re fighting for the upper hand, so there will be many kisses exchanged in between. And more often than not you forget about fighting all together, too busy sharing spit to care about throwing the other around.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— His hearts in the right place… maybe a bit too much so because he can’t for the life of him loosen up enough to actually put up much of a fight against you. He’s too afraid he’ll accidentally hurt you for real and that wouldn’t be any fun at all :(((

— has too much anxiety to really enjoy it at first, but after a few rounds of you looking a little too smug? Talking all that smack? Well now he’s got to challenge you, just to see what you look like when you’ve been beat. He expects you to pout after he’s successfully trapped you beneath his body, but you can’t stop giggling because what you wanted from the beginning.

— Learns to love it because you get so into it, full on tackling him to the ground when he lets his guard down. He just likes to see you happy tbh, and if a little roughhousing is what makes you smile that big you can bet he’ll indulge you whenever you want.

— Likes it especially when you get Gabi in on it and coordinate combo sneak attacks when he’s none the wiser. The two most important people in his life giggling and squealing as he tosses them around? He can die happy.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— He’s not the best at it, he mostly pretends to fight back while you maneuver him into various joint holds. He’s a gentle giant really, he’ll just let you pin him and look up at you with sleepy eyes as you pout because he’s not really trying.

— Doesn’t help that he very much likes to be pinned down by you and oftentimes his body reacts to you, turning your one-sided play fight into something less wholesome.

— Falls asleep on you a lot because you’re pressed so close, and you’re so soft and warm and… snore. You can tell when he’s had enough of your wrestling because he just rests his whole weight on you so you can’t move (the only time he ever really wins) you can’t help but sigh and accept defeat, opting to run your fingers through his hair while he snuggles into your chest instead.

— probably fights you more in his goddamn sleep than awake with all that moving around he does 💀

“You bored yet?” he chuckles as you’re perched on his thighs, hands barely pushing back against his.

“You’re no fun, Bertie,” you sigh, leaning forward til you fall on top of him. His arms wrap around you immediately, large hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as you relax against him.

“Sorry, I just get all soft around you I guess. I don’t even think of defending myself.” he yawns, eyelids drooping as your comforting body weight starts to lull him to sleep. “Not like I’d win anyways, you’re stronger than me.”

“Not trueeeee, you just won’t try. But it’s ok, I like seeing you beneath me.”

He chokes at that, suddenly wide awake.