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cherry-romper · 10 months ago

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Realising they like you

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke

Warning; alcohol consumption

Eren; It was while you played in the ocean. You were messing around with Sasha when a piece of seaweed touched your foot. Having never seen seaweed before, you panicked and threw yourself at the nearest person for safety - that person was Eren Jeager. Taken aback by the sudden weight, he fell into the ocean, you along with him. You apologised profusely while helping him out of the water, but he just stood there. You watched him carefully as he moved the hair out his face. You worried that you might have hurt him during the fall, so you asked if he were alright. Again, you were met with silence. You looked back at the others for support, but were cut off by Eren laughing. He let out the most genuine belly-laugh you had ever heard. He was smiling like an idiot, keeling over as he clutched his stomach. Your heart squeezed, as did the others. Eren hadn't laughed, nor smiled, in months. You soon giggled along with him. You even held onto his arm for support. Once he'd calmed down, he looked at you, from your eyes to your lips. He uttered a small "thank you," before pulling you into a deep hug.

Mikasa; It was just a normal day. You had been doing your chores around the garrison and were now eating your fill, along side Connie and Sasha, in the mess hall. The two you were sat with were, once again, arguing over food. They bickered like children, throwing food and hurling insults at one another. You laughed at them, dodging the occasional piece of bread that came flying your way. Mikasa was stood at the door, staring at you in awe. The way the sun fell over your hair and framed you face was like something out of a renaissance paining. She admired your every crevice. From the way your nose curved to the shape of your lips as you smiled. She saw how your uniform draped over your shoulders as they bounced while you laughed. She was stood far away but could still see your eyes as the shone in the light. As far as she could tell, you were glowing. You were radiating serenity - the kind she'd been looking for her whole life. She'd never seen you in this light before, it caught her off guard. The more she watched on the darker her blush got.

Armin; He'd liked you since you were kids but fell head over heals for you when you saved him from a titan. He had been assigned a separate group from you during a mission beyond the walls and you were leading a rescue squad to his distress signal. You found him being cornered into a tree by two small titans. He was waving his swords at them helplessly, begging for them to not eat him. You made quick work of the two titans, cutting them both down in the same motion. He watched you wipe off your blades as you asked if he was alright. He was so thankful you'd saved him, he started babbling on about him repaying you. You shushed him and told him that if he were to make it out alive, that would be payment enough. He knew then he'd marry you.

Marco; When you were injured while on a mission beyond the walls. He'd never felt so strongly for someone before. He sat with you on the ride back into the walls, the whole time he was gawking at your injuries. He held onto your hand tightly while he cried into his sleeve. Jean, who was riding a horse next to the cart the two of you were in, asked why he was so upset, you'd survived hadn't you? Marco just shrugged, unsure how to answer, but the aching in his heart answered for him. He stared at Jean, a broken expression on his face. Jean knew, just from that look, that Marco loved you.

Jean; On a day off you'd gone to the market place. There was a band playing in the square. Some people were drinking and laughing, others were just passing through. There was a group of people dancing to the music. You and Jean watched on in awe. You were mesmerised by the way the women's dresses flowed as they danced and Jean watch as the men moved freely as they sways their partners around. While you watched on, someone pulled you in. You were a little shocked, but took to it straight away and started dancing with the others. Jean eyes gazed over your dancing figure. You were beautiful. Truly beautiful. He was so entranced by you he hadn't notice you nearing him. You stood in front of him and gave him a mischievous smile. He cocked a brow at your expression, but before he could ask you pulled him into the circle. His hand naturally glided to your waist and yours to his shoulder, your bodies held close. The two of you swayed together in rhythm with the music. His chest tightened as he stared at your smile. There was no doubt in his mind, he loved you.

Connie; You'd both been drinking. While it wasn't illegal to drink at your age, but it wasn't smart. You both knew you had training in the morning but you drank anyways. Connie had convinced you, or vice versa, at this point you couldn't remember. Neither of you were light-weights but between you, you'd had gone through nearly a barrel of ale. You didn't feel as drunk as you were but still you ended up throwing up really badly. Maybe it was the fact that this was your first time drinking in months or the fact you and the ale tasted like shit, either way, you were hacking up as much as your body would let you. Connie panicked a little, you were both in no fit state and it was hard too see in the dark, but you were his first priority. He comforted you, moving any hair out of the way as you threw up. After a while, you'd appeared to have finished, or at least calmed down. The two of you slumped down against a tree. You tried to say sorry but the soreness of your throat wouldn't let you. He shushed you, pulling your head against his shoulder. He told you to rest, he explained that he'd take responsibility for the two of you being late in the morning. While you rested, he could hear you softly snoring to yourself, a sting of dribble hanging from your mouth. He thought you were so cute. And even though you were in a vulnerable position, you trusted him to take care of you and that meant the whole world to him.

Sasha; You'd gone hunting with her and finally managed to kill the boar you'd wanted to for weeks. In celebration, you flung your arms around her nuzzling your face into her neck as you squealed with joy. She felt so warm and fuzzy, she hadn't felt that way before. It was new, refreshing even; like a breath of fresh air. She held you there, close to her chest, for a few moments more before she began jumping for joy with you. On the way back to camp, you both gushed over what dish you were going to cook with all the meat you now had.

Levi; You left him a note one day when you were sent on a mission. It read: while I am gone, remember to stay healthy. Asshole. Notes were your thing, but for some reason this one made Levi's heart skip a beat, a rare smile found it way across his cheeks.He replied to the note in his head: as long as you promise to come back to me, dumbass. He wouldn't admit it aloud but he was giddy with excitement waiting for you to return.

Hange; You brought them a Titan back from one of your missions. It was one that they'd had a hard time capturing, an abnormal beyond the walls that Hange desperately wanted to study; they'd already named it Alexander. When they realised you'd risked your life to help their studies and free humanity, they knew you meant more to them than they could fathom.

Erwin; You'd been gone for nearly a month. Your convoy had been spilt up from the main unit and everything had gone horrible wrong. You were outside the walls for 3 and a half weeks before you found your way back. You and one other in your unit had survived, out of the 28 that been split. When he saw your face he nearly fainted. Your whole unit had been presumed dead, the probability of your survival was less than 0.067%. You and your other comrade were malnourished and dehydrated, they had lost an arm in the carnage. You only survived because of the sacrifices made by the other members of your unit, who'd unknowing donated their gas and gear through their deaths. No one could believe it, you both became legends, both being awarded medals for your bravery. It wasn't like Erwin to loose his composer but you seemed like an angel in that moment, as you were brought to the safety of the walls. He stared through you, like you weren't real, his legs moving on their own as he stumbled to you, slumping his arms around you, pulling you in for an embrace he swore he'd never release.

Reiner; You followed him. After he betrayed everyone and left with Bertholdt and Ymir. You followed him on your own volition. He was at a loss for words, he betrayed you, as if he'd murdered your friends and family with his own hands. Still you were soft with him, asking if he was okay, telling him you'd be fine no matter what happened, you'd stay with him. You knew he didn't want to do the things he was forced to do, and you were willing to hear him out. He just listen to you talk, slack-jawed, that someone as kind as you had come into his life to guide him down the right path. He was in awe of you and he knew he'd do whatever it takes to keep you safe in Marley.

Bertholdt; You knew his secret and confronted him about it. You told him after everything you still loved him and that if he needed saving you'd be right there to do it. They were the words he'd wanted to hear his whole life and he was so happy they'd come from you. He sought comfort in you from then on and invited you to talk with Reiner about going back with them.

Annie;

It was while she was in her crystal, you had visited her any chance you got, explaining the situation to her. You'd known she was the female titan before her reveal, and you confessed that too her crystal. You cried as you explained that you wish you could have stopped her, or at least found a way to help her. You been talking to Reiner about it all, as you figured out their secret to. He'd agreed to take you to Liberio with them, as long as you pledged allegiance to Marley. They were empty words, but you did so anyways, and conjured up a plan to rescue her.

Porco;

He'd known for a while that he liked you but being the stubborn ass he is, he denied and denied his feelings until it was you who confessed to him. He had convinced himself that relations like that were pointless, given his limited lifespan. During your confession, you mentioned that even though he didn't have long to live you were happy with any amount of time with him because your forever could be even better than nothing at all. He was at a loss for words, in disbelief that you'd be willing to go through that for him.

Pieck;

She'd liked you for years, but never really found the time to talk about it with you because she'd been deployed to Paradis. The most casual confession known to man. You were sure she hadn't realised what she'd said. She'd finished reading a book she'd recommended a millennium ago and were talking to her over how the characters had fallen for one another. She simply replied with "yeah, I think he fell for her the same way I fell for you, Y/N". You eyed her cautiously, she wasn't even looking at you, she was just sorting through her papers. A gargled string of flustered sounds made it way out of you mouth in response, unable to form a real sentence. Finally she looked up from her work, smiling at you knowing, she had no doubts that you liked her back so she felt no need to tip-toe around the subject.

Zeke;

He knew when you were walking along the docs with him. He was having a smoke, basking in the sunset, it was the calmest he'd felt in months. Looking to you, he saw that you were messing around with a piece of seaweed that had found its way to the waters surface. He saw how you absentmindedly played with it, it brought him peace that you could still find joy in the little things, despite what you had witnessed. Seeing you lit by the setting sun, finding solace in his company was enough to solidify the rising emotions in his heart.

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 8 days ago

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hihi ik u don't upload often, and I don't know if you even take requests anymore but I'd love to see some soft zeke hcs !! it's completely fine to just ignore this, I'd understand. also just wanna say I'm a huge fan of your writing and I wish you all the best !! ♡

soft zeke headcanons

• he drools in his sleep but in an endearing way, he insists he doesn’t but he knows that he does. always has to wipe his face when he wakes up (he also snores)

• lowkey a chef??? hmmm..maybe not a chef but a baker. he makes really good pastries specifically danishes and fruit based stuff. you said you liked them one time and now the kitchen is your personal bakery

• SO annoying on social media. GET HIM OFFF!! always sending you tiktoks, reels, whatever. makes monthly vision boards on pinterest

• we all know zeke is an older brother but he really is an ✨older brother ✨, there’s so many pics of him with eren when he was a baby. zeke is always smiling in the pictures and eren…is not.

• accidentally one time stole flowers from a roadside stand because he thought they were free. there was no employee around so he thought somebody just had a surplus of flowers to give away for free. you had to break the news and he drove all the way back to pay for them, bashfully.

• 100% the type to do matching christmas pajamas and send out christmas cards, yes your dog/cat has an outfit too

• tears up anytime you guys talk about kids

• coaches little league baseball. he loves it so so so much. always brings snacks for the lil kids. very passionate about them being professional players but even more passionate about their happiness. the practices are SO silly and none of the kids take him seriously because who can when he’s a big ol softie?

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fifics · 3 years ago

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the feminine urge to fuck the villain, the antagonist and the hot secondary dilf

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #zeke x reader #erwin smith #erwin x reader #erwin smut #zeke smut #aot erwin #aot zeke #snk erwin

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dollwrites · 5 months ago

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Could we maybe have some aot piss kink pretty please? Character of your choice 👉🏻👈🏻

ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴢᴇᴋᴇ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!soldier!reader, noncon, omorashi, piss kink, size kink, he calls reader little girl, Zeke’s a meanie. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ this technically was a dizzy drabble that spiraled out of control, i was rlly high when i wrote this so please be nice lol please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“N— not so hard, please—!” you gurgled. you felt utterly breathless; Zeke had one, heavily muscled arm wrapped around your throat, nesting you perfectly within the crook to hold you in place whilst he fucked you with reckless abandon. one of your hands clawed at his forearm, your nails digging into the warm skin without the strength to pry it away from your neck, whilst the other pushes your palm blindly behind you, shoving at the muscle pads in his lower abdomen through the sweat-dampened fabric of his button up, hoping the pushing would force him to slow down and his thrusts to shallow.

it didn’t.

in fact, your war chief didn’t even seem fazed by your attempt. his hips still bucked forward, rutting into you like a wild beast. your back was contorted into the tightest arch, especially when Zeke hoisted you off of your feet with ease, and allowed them to sway back and forth to the rhythm of his fucking, creating oblong shadows of your boots centimeters below on the ground that bounced back and forth in a taunting dance that reminded you of just how powerless you truly were.

you couldn’t even reach out a hand to brace yourself against the tree that concealed your predicament from the rest of the training soldiers. you had been with them, only moments before you found yourself at the mercy of your commander, sweating under a hot sun. you’d visited your own flask of water too many times to replenish the hydration that continued to leak out of your pores, and then you’d had to expel the rest.

you had to go. badly.

but Zeke was strict about training— and soldiers couldn’t simply excuse themselves. you’d known this already, so you’d decided to wait until you thought his scrutinizing gaze was occupied, and sneak into the woods to soothe your aching bladder. you’d vowed to yourself to be as quick as possible, and return to training before he noticed. but, unfortunately, Zeke had seen you slip away whilst you thought no one was watching, and followed you to the tree line, only to snatch you up before you’d managed to find the perfect cover to relieve yourself.

“P—please, Zeke…” you whimpered, legs trembling, boots clacking together. you were trapped in this position, hanging off of his cock, forced to feel it driving into you over and over, battering your most sensitive core. the pressure building also serves to put a strain on your poor, full bladder, which is what you were most concerned about. “I really… I have to go…”

Zeke snorts breath through his nose, his face smushed against the back of your neck, ramming into you at an unrelenting pace. “‘Go’?” he repeated in a mocking coo. “You were hiding in the woods, slacking off on my training, to find a nice, private place to piss?” a blush burned the apples of your cheeks— you hated how vulgar his choice of wording was, and the sound of your slick— wet and sloppy— squelching when he thrusts into you was beyond humiliating. “Well, looks like you found one.”

you were panting, cunt clenching around his thick cock as he bullied your body. it felt as though, after discovering your reasoning, Zeke’s rutting became all the more feral— harder and faster. you could already feel control slipping, and the threat of sullying yourself was embarrassing enough, but doing it with your commander balls deep in your pussy? your legs, though weak and awkward, attempt to find purchase for your feet against his thighs, and you squirm, becoming desperate. “P-put me down, now, Zeke, please!!” you urged, both hands now trying to get between your back and his chest to shove at him, “I— I really can’t hold it anymore!”

Zeke’s laugh was a coarse bark, his free arm snaking beneath your knees to pull you into an even more submissive position— folded in half with your knees up to your chest, feet flopping haplessly in front of you. from this angle, Zeke can rely on gravity to pull you down, adding more intensity to the snapping of his hips, his balls slap against your swollen clit when he fills you completely. “Poor, little girl.” he mocks, “you’re getting so desperate not to piss yourself it’s almost too cute.” his voice was low and sweet, but you knew he really wanted you distraught— humiliated. he got off on seeing you degraded, whether it was in front of his men or at times like this, when he fucked you in secrecy, he would always take that extra step to make sure you were aware of your own shame. smearing his parted lips through your hair and up to your cheek, his beard scratching your soft skin, you wince and try to plead with him again. begging him to just stop so you wouldn’t wet yourself.

ultimately, however, you lose the battle.

from this new, mind-numbing angle, Zeke would also hammer against your g-spot at a rapid-fire pace, forcing an orgasm out of you regardless of how much you didn’t want to cum. when you began to unravel, you also felt control of your bladder dissipate, much to your dismay. a weak, “No, stop…!” dripped from your lips, but whether it was meant for your assailant or your own body was irrelevant. your stream was high-arcing and messy, splattering against your bottoms that had been bunched around your calves and your boots, as well as trickled against fallen leaves and pooled the first layer of dirt on the earth beneath into mud.

Zeke grunts, your spasming and clenching had also helped him to chase his own high, and he gave you a few more, deep, hard thrusts, snarling an almost mindless, “Fuck.” before releasing you from the prison his arms provided. the first thing you felt when you slid from his cock was your feet against the ground, and you scrambled to stay upright, your knees wobbling. you reach out to hug the tree in front of you to stay upright with a quiet groan, and you feel Zeke shooting a sticky, warm load on your ass. globs of his release rolls over your flesh, dripping into the panties and trousers you were shimmying back into place. “Easy, little girl.” Zeke murmurs, pressing his large palm against the back of your head to halt your movements. you wanted to protest, but your face was smushed against the rough bark of the tree, and you weren’t interested in how it might taste, so you simply let out a grunt of displeasure. “I’m just about done.”

your hands were still gripping the waistband of your panties and bottoms, eager to be able to fasten them, but Zeke wormed the twitching, leaking tip of his freshly satiated cock between your ass cheeks, and ran a slow stripe down to your ruined pussy. for a moment, you wince, worried that he’s going to shove it back inside you— he had a habit of claiming that fucking you just once was never enough, he would need a round or two more, but you were always stretched and aching after the first. this time, he doesn’t. he sees you tense, and he chuckles. “If I wasn’t so damned busy today, I’d turn your little cunt inside out for making such a mess.” he threatened with an amused glance down to his own trousers, speckled with wet patches, then sighed, as if he were disappointed. “But I guess this’ll have to do. It’ll still be fun for me, watching you wobble like a newborn horse and attempt to finish training.” he leans in close to your cheek for a moment. his breath was warm, and had the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. “But I’ll give you one more little parting gift.”

a brand new warmth floods your cotton panties, and your eyes widen as you realize what Zeke’s doing. the tip of his cock ran between your netherlips once or twice, before aiming directly for your underwear, and a golden stream, slow and steady, taints your garments. he was pissing in your panties, marking your spent sex. you closed your eyes tightly, and tried not to imagine the smugness of the smirk you knew he must be wearing now. his glasses would be fogged, cheeks tinted pink, and he would be grinning a victorious grin as he soiled your pretty pussy. Zeke draws it out for as long as possible, making sure his piss thoroughly seeps into your panties, before he gives himself a couple of shakes, and tucks his satisfied cock back into his pants.

“Now,” he hums, taking a step back to admire his handiwork. a cum-smeared, piss-soaked little plaything he had his fun with. you, on the other hand, said nothing as you hoist your clothes back on. grimacing, you feel the warmth starting to run chilly, his mess and your own ensuring that your uniform pants were thoroughly streaked and spotted with wetness. once you’ve secured your belt back in place, you turn around to glare up at him. Zeke had taken his glasses off, and was rubbing the lenses against the front of his shirt, wiping away the fog that had built up throughout the romp, before he looked at you with two, deep blue oceans that you would never understand. he could be so mean sometimes, and he seemed to enjoy tormenting you, but his eyes held not an ounce of malice. he didn’t hate you. he just enjoyed spoiling you. his mouth was quirked up in a pleased smirk, and he cocks his head in the direction of the training grounds, “back to work.”

#zeke x you #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke smut #zeke yeager #zeke x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #zeke jaeger #aot zeke #zeke jeager x reader

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salv12dexter · 1 year ago

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The moment y'all stop being the pedophiles is the moment I'll stop having something to say.

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yeagersackerman · 17 days ago

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homie brother hopper! | z.yeager

zeke yeager x fem!reader

!!: SMUT, vaginal sex, fingering, praise, slight degradation, zeke has a size kink, big dick!zeke, multiple orgasms, creampie, zeke’s been pining lol, use of pet names such as little one, baby, babe, slut, etc, use of Y/N, use of the word ‘daddy’, mention of eren x reader.

SYNOPSIS; you’re so sad after your boyfriend, eren, dumps you out of no-where, but you know his older brother is the only person who understands you and can make you feel better!

Knock, knock, knock!

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden noise at his apartment door—he definitely wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour and in the horrific rain that poured outside. Glancing down at his watch as he approached the door, midnight shon back up at him. Who on Earth was at his door at this time of night?

“Who is it?” He called out, his voice low and intimidating, expecting anyone dangerous to soon flee at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Z-Zeke?”

The sound of your whimpering voice forced an eyebrow to shoot up on his face as he slid the lock open and pulled the door open.

And what a sight for sore eyes welcomed him as he did so.

His little brother, Eren’s, girlfriend was stood before him—hair soaked from the rain, dress see through and stuck to your shivering skin, eyes red and swollen as you pouted, sniffling loudly.

Zeke couldn’t help but smile as he leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms against his chest as he eyed you up and down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Can I come in, please?” You ignored his question, eyes peering up at him from where you stood so small compared to him, a desperate yet disappointed look on your face.

Zeke knew he’d probably get in trouble for this considering you were his little brother’s girlfriend, but he swung the door open wider for you to enter, watching as you shuffled quietly inside his apartment.

You stood awkwardly in his living room, unsure on whether to place your damp body on his couch as you dripped droplets onto his carpet.

“‘M sorry for coming unannounced.” You squeaked out, your voice shaky as he stared at you intently, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Zeke cocked his head at your words—was Eren not one of those people? His mind worked rapidly as he attempted to figure you out as you shivered heavily, your teeth chattering loudly.

“Wait there.”

You did as you were told—not moving a muscle as Zeke exited your view, padding towards his room. The room fell silent as you eyed up your surroundings—you’d only ever been to Zeke’s apartment a handful of times with Eren when they wanted to hang out, but you enjoyed being here. Zeke kept everywhere neat and tidy in his space, unlike Eren’s messy and disorganised apartment which stunk of weed and smoke, unlike the fresh, baby powder smell and expensive cologne that rang through the room.

“Here.”

You jumped, not expecting the tall blonde to have returned so quickly as you pondered. Zeke stared down at you with a small smile as he extended a large, white, fluffy towel towards your shaking frame.

Sighing happily, you accepted his offer and wrapped the warm material around your body, relief filling your system at the change of temperature.

“And a shirt and some sweats I found. They’ll be massive on you but better that than what you’re in currently.” Zeke joked, placing the pile of clothes on his coffee table next to you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, as your eyes flicked from the clothes to your brother-in-law, “Will you turn around for me?”

“Oh, sorry, yeah, of course.” Zeke rotated his body, now facing his kitchen as you giggled.

You slipped the wet dress from your cold body, along with your bra and panties, feeling suddenly embarrassed that you were now naked in your ex-boyfriend’s brother’s apartment in the middle of the night.

Unbeknownst to you due to your naiveness to the layout of Zeke’s apartment, the kitchen window provided a perfect mirror in the dark night to which your naked frame could be seen. Luckily for you, only an outline of your nakedness could be seen, for if it could’ve, Zeke’s cock would’ve grown fully hard, now only resting half-hard and twitching at the sight.

“You can turn around now.” You informed him, Zeke doing as he was told, his eyes falling on your frame being drowned by his clothes, “Thank you, again.”

Zeke shushed you, “It’s no problem at all—anything for my little brother’s girl.”

The mention of Eren sent a pang of sadness to your chest as you were sorely reminded of the horrible evening you just had. Your lip wobbled, eyes brimming with tears as thoughts of your day clouding your mind.

Zeke didn’t take your sudden silence unnoticed—he eyed you up as he watched as a single tear. slipped from your eyes. Your hands flew to your face, covering it as you sighed loudly into your palms, taking a seat on his couch abruptly.

Zeke debated just staying where he was—but, he couldn’t leave a pretty girl on his couch in distress.

He took a firm seat next to you—arm resting on the back of the couch as he got comfy, admiring your hunched over frame, “Talk to me.”

The comforting words shot straight through your heart as it thumped against your chest, suddenly feeling ready to rant away as he confirmed his willingness to listen.

“He dumped me.”

The words shocked Zeke as they left your wobbling lips. He knew his little brother was prone to playing around with girls for his personal gain, but you were only one to last this long—a year to be exact. He truly thought Eren had fallen for you—he changed for you; took you on dates, bought you flowers, paid for your expenses like your nail and hair appointments, took care of you like a proper boyfriend. Something he’d never done for other girls—but, now he had you acting like all the others.

“Oh, Y/N.” Zeke mumbled, “I really am sorry.”

He hated the way he felt like he was lying. Zeke had always liked you the most—more than any other girl Eren was entertaining. You were by far the most beautiful, and sweet, too, which made you more desirable than some of the other nasty bitches Eren had introduced to him. You were loyal, caring and extremely loveable—but, ready to protect your man no matter what the cost. Zeke also loved the way you would do absolutely anything for his brother, which by extension, meant him, too. He’ll never forget on his birthday, when Eren dropped by to give Zeke his gifts, you were there too.

“Happy Birthday, Zeke!” You exclaimed, a pretty smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, on your tip-toes as you hugged him.

Your hug took Zeke by surprise, his hands reluctantly snaking around your waist to return the hug, trying to ignore the way your breasts pressed perfectly against his chest as a waft of your delicious perfume hit his nose.

“Let the man breathe, babe.” Eren’s low voice from the couch forced you back to your normal height, an embarrassed blush spread across your cheeks.

“Sorry, Zeke.” You mumbled, toying with the hem of your skimpy, short dress.

“‘S alright—come on in.”

You did as he told you and shuffled inside the apartment, taking a seat next to Eren, on the edge of the couch. Zeke noticed you always did this—whether you were in the comfort of your own apartment, at a party with them both or even at a restaurant—you always stayed perched on the edge of your seat, almost begging to be asked to assist your boyfriend. So desperate to care for him and do anything he asked of you—it made Zeke admire you so much more.

“Y/N, grab me and Zeke a beer, will you?” Eren asked, planting a loving hand to your thigh before you shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen.

“‘S okay, I’ll grab ‘em—I’m up anyways.” Zeke decided.

“No, don’t worry, Zeke, I’ll get them for you.” You beamed up at him as you walked past him, the smell of your fruity shampoo filling his nose, inciting a twitch in his cock in his suddenly tight boxers.

Zeke sighed breathily as he took a seat next to his brother as he flicked between channels, settling on a sports game he couldn’t focus on as he watched you pop two beers open with your teeth—the simple act bringing a bead of aroused sweat to his forehead.

“There ya go, baby.” You spoke, handing your boyfriend his beer as his eyes stayed fixated on the TV, offering you a quick ‘Thanks’, before you turned to him, “And for the birthday boy.”

“Thanks, Y/N. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Jesus.

Your obedience must make Eren feral—he loved that in a girl. Clearly it ran in the family as Zeke was biting his lip in order to stop himself getting so hard he’d have to kick his brother out the room and get himself in trouble.

Zeke snapped back into reality, pushing the memories of his birthday to back of his mind as he eyed you.

Your silence pushed him to speak more, “Did he say why?”

You scoffed, lifting your head from your hands, “Apparently I’m too needy. What a joke!” You exclaimed, “He said he needs space and that I need to leave him alone for a while.” You laugh angrily, “Personally, I think it’s just an excuse to go fuck someone else.”

Zeke didn’t want to lie to you—but, you were probably right. Eren probably got cold feet at how far you’d gotten in your relationship that he kicked back into his old ways by default—a creature of habit, as they say.

“Unfortunately, Eren’s always been this way.” Zeke explained, lolling his head to the side, “But, you’re different, Y/N, I can tell. He’ll come running back once he’s realised he’s being an asshole.”

You giggled at his insults, “Yeah, he sure is an asshole.” You fell silent once again, your face dropping back to a frown, “Do you think he’s fucking anyone else?”

Zeke pursed his lips into a line, unsure of what to do. He didn’t know whether to shield your good heart from the harsh truth or be honest with you.

He sighed loudly, pulling his glasses off his face, rubbing the frames on his shirt, and placing them back on the bridge of his nose in silence, “No, I don’t.”

You frowned further, turning to face him with a pout, “You hesitated, Zeke. Please don’t lie to me.”

Now, Zeke didn’t know for certain Eren was sleeping with anyone else. But, due to his previous actions, he knew it wasn’t unlikely.

You pouted further at his silence—feeling suddenly nervous. On the other hand, Zeke tried to contain his smirk at your face, he loved you like that. All pouty and sad—you looked so cute when you were upset.

“I’m not, little one,” He informed you, reaching up to pull on your bottom lip; the nickname raising a blush to your face as you smiled against his fingers, “There’s that pretty smile—that’s what I like to see.” His words forced your smile to widen, “I don’t wanna see these pouting again, okay?” He told you, swiping his thumb across your lips.

“Yes, Zeke.”

Your willingness to be so obedient pushed the tent in his trousers to grow even bigger than when he was pervertedly watching you through the window.

“Come here.” Zeke whispered, opening his arms wide, “Come give your brother-in-law a hug.”

You bit back from telling him that he was no longer your brother-in-law, but you didn’t care anymore, only retreating from the edge of the couch and into Zeke’s side, snuggling your head into his chest as you curled up into a ball next to him. His hands wrapped around you, one rubbing your arm comfortingly, and the other playing with your wet locks, twirling it around his fingers playfully, which he knew you loved.

So much so, that you let out a relaxed moan, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, snuggling deeper into him, your manicured hands resting gently on his t-shirt. Zeke mentally cursed himself as his eyes rolled back at the sound of your enjoyment—your quiet moans and hums of pleasure filling his ears.

“Oh, Zeke, that feels so good,” You whispered as his fingers scratched at your scalp, the seemingly innocent words of praise you gave him sending shockwaves of arousal to his cock as it twitched desperately in his boxers, begging to be dealt with.

“Yeah? You like that?” He was almost teasing himself by adding another sexual innuendo to the mix, continuing to scratch your head, his fingers curled in your hair.

“Mmm, yeah. So good, baby.”

Your eyes shot open at the nickname that left your mouth unwillingly. You gasped quietly as his hands fell from your hair, now resting so close to your ass as you sat up, hands covering your mouth in shock, trying to ignore the way he smirked devilishly.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that.” You mumbled against your warm skin, swallowing thickly.

Zeke chuckled, pressing a large hand on your back, rubbing his hand up and down the soft surface, “‘S alright. I didn’t mind it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words—he didn’t mind it? At you calling him ‘baby’? You cocked an eyebrow at him, lolling your head to the side in confusion.

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be that oblivious?”

Zeke’s words rang loudly in your head as his big hands trailed around your body, pulling you back closer to him, one now resting on the comforts of your clothed thigh.

“W-What do you mean?” You questioned, nearly trembling at the anticipation as his palm trailed your thigh dangerously slow, your chest rising and falling quicker than you’d care for.

“You know,” His voice was low and gruff, even his whisper sounding manly, “You’ve always been my favourite girl he’s ever been with.”

Your thighs instinctively rubbed together at the praise, crushing his hand in the process, bringing his attention towards your need for friction. Zeke couldn’t help but smirk at your poor attempt at some action, chuckling lowly as he pushed your legs open.

“He’s so mean, isn’t he? Leaving you all lonely and desperate for some love, hm?” Zeke spoke, running a teasing finger up and down the inside of your thigh, testing the waters, as he peered over the tops of his glasses down at you.

Your pearly white teeth were sunk deeply into your bottom lip, once jutting out in sadness, now sucked into your pretty little mouth in excitement as you nodded up at him. One of your hands gripped the side of his shirt as his thick fingers teased you.

“Zeke, please.”

Your desperate, whiny voice shot a spark of arousal between Zeke’s legs, his mouth falling slightly slack-jawed as he eyed your face—your eyebrows twitching in anticipation.

“Please what, little one?”

“Please touch me, Zeke, please, wanna feel you.” Your pleas of pleasure were enough for Zeke to push his joggers off your body and to the floor, pushing your exposed legs open, revealing your bare pussy—slick and throbbing as his hand hovered over you.

He wasted no time in sliding his fingers between your folds, a small gasp pushing past your lips as you both eyed his fingers gathering slick on his digits. Before he killed you from anticipation, he slipped two long fingers into your hole, revelling in the way you whined loudly. His fingers soon picked up a pace as he hummed happily to himself at the feeling of your ever-growing slick collecting at the base of his fingers and dripping down his knuckles.

“You’re so wet, little one, all from one touch? So fucking slutty.”

The derogatory term only forcing a blush onto your cheeks as Zeke hit the spongy sweet spot inside you that had you moaning his name in the air, arching your back off the couch. Zeke pushed your leg, repositioning you so your back rested against his chest, as he pushed his shirt up your body, revealing your perky breasts.

You couldn’t help but mewl out loud, your body writhing on top of him as he curled his fingers inside you, abusing your G-spot, as his other hand pulled and palmed your nipples, adding to the intense pleasure that surged through your body. Zeke released his fingers from your twitching cunt, ignoring your huff of disappointment, only to be replaced with a cry of pleasure as he strummed your clit feverishly.

It only took a dozen seconds before the coil in your stomach twisted and turned in excitement. ready to snap, “Z-Zeke, ‘m close!”

“Already? You really did need your brother-in-law to make you feel better, huh?” He teased, his voice as slick as satin in your ear as your hole clenched around nothing.

“Mhm, needed you, Zeke, need you to make me cum!” You whined, lolling your head back on his shoulder, panting like a bitch in heat.

“If my little brother hadn’t broken your little heart tonight, I would make you earn the right to cum on my fingers.” He whispered, his beard tickling your ear as goosebumps rose on your skin, “But, since you’re such a desperate little slut who needs some love, I’ll let you cum just this once.”

Your toes curled as you could almost taste your orgasm, stars forming in your eyes as you neared your finish, “Yes, yes, yes, please, Zeke, please, daddy!”

“Oh, daddy, now, am I?” He chuckled, adding extra pressure to your clit as he rubbed concentrated circles to your throbbing nub, “You dirty girl.”

His filthy words were enough to send you over the edge—Zeke having to hold you against his warm body as you twitched and writhed as your orgasm thrashed you around, your whole body consumed with pleasure as you creamed for him, crying his name out loud.

Zeke didn’t fuck around when it came to a pretty girl cumming for him—before you’d even finished cumming he was pushing his joggers down to his ankles and rolling you onto your back, whimpering and crying for him.

You soon whined in annoyance as his fingers slid back inside your creamy sex, huffing and puffing in disappointment. Pulling on his waistband, you fucked yourself on his fingers, trying to quicken your pace as he scissored his fingers inside you.

“Gotta stretch you out, baby.” He informed you, pressing a kiss to your ankle as he held your legs apart, “Gotta make sure I don’t ruin you.”

“But, what if I want you to?”

Fucking hell.

Zeke could’ve cum from your words as he bit back a groan of excitement, his cock practically begging to be touched.

“Please, Zeke, wanna feel you so bad. Want you to fill me up, better than he can.”

That was enough for Zeke. He pulled his achingly hard cock from his boxers, tip angry and red and leaking pre-cum—he was so fucking horny he couldn’t see straight.

You were in awe at the sight of his dick—so long, and thick, you were sure he was twice the size of Eren. Eren was big, sure, but Zeke was huge. No wonder he wanted to prep you.

“Not regretting turning down my offer to stretch you now, are you?” He teased, prodding his tip at your entrance as he gathered your slick over his length, jerking it over himself, as you ogled at his cock.

You shook your head, your heart thudding in your ears as Zeke pushed his glasses up his nose before pushing your legs further apart, in a V-shape, before pushing his tip past your thick lips. Strings of curses and moans left your lips as he pushed further inside you—his cock moulding your walls to the perfect fit as he bullied his way towards your cervix.

“So fuckin’ tight, shit. Let me in, little one.”

His hips reached your ass as you heaved, your eyes squeezed shut when he bottomed out. Zeke swallowed thickly, his dick twitching as you clenched around him. He’d never felt pussy this tight and wet before—a memory of Eren telling him how good your pussy was filled his head.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, only his mushroom-headed tip staying inside you as you whined at the loss of fullness, before he snapped his hips forward—filling you back up again with a grunt. He let go of your legs briefly, letting them fall, before you wrapped them around his waist, pushing him further into you using your heel. The sound of your needy whines and cries of his name, along with the slapping of his already tightening balls against your ass filled the room.

“So full of you, Zeke!” You cried, your nails dragging down his back as his tip kissed your cervix with each stroke, earning a groan into your shoulder as he licked and sucked at the skin of your neck, “‘S so fucking big!”

“Yeah, take it, baby, take my big cock like the good sister-in-law you are.” Zeke whined into your neck, licking a stripe up to your ear lobe, “Such a good girl.”

Zeke couldn’t believe he was doing this. The distant thought of his little brother pushed to the back of his mind as you squeezed him so perfectly and moaned his name like your life depended on it.

“Jesus Christ,” He mumbled as he sat up, his pace never faltering as he pushed a large hand on your tummy, groaning at the way he felt his fat cock ramming you through your warm skin, “So fucking little compared to my big cock, huh? Your little pussy’s struggling to take me, isn’t she?”

You nodded frantically—tears pouring from your eyes, now from pure pleasure instead of sadness, “Mhmm, but—aah! but, she loves your f-fucking big dick, daddy!”

You were fucking insatiable—so greedy for cock it made him so unbelievably hard. He panted heavily as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, deepening his stroke, upping your moans another octave as you were practically screaming at his pace.

“Fucking needed this little pussy for so long.” He admitted, feeling his orgasm approaching quicker than any other girl he had sex with. Your tight pussy and fucked out face pushing him over the edge.

He reached between your bodies, his fingers crawling down your stomach to your folds, rubbing circles against your clit. Your moans picked up again, throwing your head back against the couch, your nails digging into his back even further, stirring Zeke on.

“‘M so close!” You cried, threading your fingers through his blonde hair as you pressed your hot, sticky from sweat tits against his heaving chest as he abused your sensitive nub.

“I know, baby, come on. Give to me, give it to daddy.” He purred, pressing hot-mouthed pecks to your lips as you whimpered against his mouth.

“Always loved you Zeke—mhm! Always wanted you inside me.” You cried as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a truck, your back arching into him as you came, “Always thought about you when he fucked me!”

Zeke couldn’t hold on any longer—the sound of you admitting you loved him and that you thought of him while Eren fucked you had him spilling himself inside you. He collapsed slightly on top of you, holding himself up slightly on his elbows as his pace slowed down ever so slightly as he groaned loudly, panting like a dog as he pushed his load deeper inside you, ruining your pussy into a sloppy mess just as you asked.

You both panted against one another, the smell of sex clouding the air as you swallowed thickly, a blush forming on your face as the memories of the past half hour flooded your brain.

Zeke was first to move as he slowly slipped his softening cock from your twitching walls, a rim of white, milky mess coating his cock. He watched with a smile as his cum dribbled from your entrance onto his couch—he couldn’t even bring himself to care as his eyes landed on your perfect body; sweaty, hair still wet yet messy, flushed cheeks and a cum-filled pussy all just for him.

“Come on, little one.” He tapped your thigh, eliciting a jump of surprise from your weak body, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Zeke fulfilled his older brother-in-law duties as he cleaned your tired body, wiping the sweat and cum from your body as you slumped against him in the bathroom while he pressed loving kisses to any part of your body he could. He dressed you in his attire once again, only managing to get his t-shirt over your body as you refused to lift your aching legs, earning a laugh of pride from Zeke as his ego etched further up the scale.

Knock, knock, knock!

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows from the couch, like he did a few hours prior at your presence at the door as you cuddled up next to him. Zeke, now smirking at the idea that crept up into his brain, looked down at you.

“Would you get the door for me, little one?” He asked, testing your obedience, like his brother once did.

You shot up abruptly, your ass flashing him from underneath the large t-shirt as you edged towards the door, attempting to flatten your frizzy hair as Zeke chuckled at you as you opened the door.

“Hey, bro, I need to talk to you, me and Y/N broke—Y/N?”

Your eyes widened as you stood before your ex-boyfriend, a confused and shocked expression plastered on your face as your half-naked body, messy hair and hickey-covered neck greeted him like a fat slap in the face.

Zeke stood up from the couch, sauntering to the door, “Hey, little brother!” He waved, smiling happily despite the situation at hand, already chuckling at the joke he was about to make, “You know Y/N, right?”

i heart the yeager brothers

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zeketarion · 2 months ago

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content warning ﹣ exploitation﹒heavy angst﹒betrayal﹒fem reader﹒implied childbirth﹒snippet

"i only have a year left, it would be best that you start planning a future without me." a rumble leaves zeke's throat. voice laced with sleep. his murky, hazy scent mixed with the strong fragrance of the cigarettes he smoked earlier fill your nostrils and leave you with a feeling of butterflies that flutter against your ribs. "you've been saying that for a while." your hands drop in defeat, lips curving into a frown. "because you need to." zeke yawns, his breath hot against the lobe of your ear. silver irises sharing at nothing yet something in the unilluminated room.

you've sat here for so long that you've lost the track of time, maybe it's past eleven. you can't tell from the sky and you can't make out what the clock says—you can't even see it. "when i die, what will you do? stay with my nana and-" zeke is interrupted by the sound of the chair scratching at the hardwood floor. it's hard to navigate your surroundings in the dark. "your grandfather is getting worse," zeke can hear the exhaustion in your voice. "your grandmother fears for your last days and...so do i." zeke wonders if you're mad at him, feet tapping against the cold floor.

finding the bathroom, you stand in the doorway, the gust of air is cold and mercilessly. flipping a switch that finally offers a source of light, the sink is the first thing you go for. splashing water onto your face, every worry washing away but the stress from all the missions still stays. a soft breath; a verbal utterance of your tiredness.

your fatigued and wearied walk out of the bathroom drains you of whatever energy you have left as you turn around. "are you really gonna...smoke in here?" an obvious question, zeke is lighting a cigarette right in front of you for gods sake. he hummed a soft "mmhm", dressed in nothing but dark pants. blond, flaxen hair with tired yet lazy eyes. everything about zeke was bordering on perfect, most-likely a side effect of his parents abuse and marley's influence. he was handsome, talented and intelligent, marley's poster-boy. the quintessential warrior, unmatched by any other.

but you had the luxury of having him as a husband, "just a piece of paper" he called it, though it meant more than that to you. it was always more than just wanting the perks that came with being married to a honorary marleyan.

still, you found yourself thinking of what marley made him, what his parents made him. their wonder boy, eldia's savior. to you, he was just zeke. "i'll open a window..." you shake your head, the flicker of light from the bathroom offers you a glow that guides you towards the nearest window. "you should go to bed." mumbled the unperturbed man.

surges of wind files in through the crack in the window, providing ventilation even as zeke continues to smoke—taking a long drag that fills his lungs with fumes. you continue to stare at him, eyes staring into yours. he never failed to distract you, to say you had fallen hard would be an understatement. "i know you're all worried, and...I'm sorry." zeke smoldered, approaching you with a smile. his words make your heart soar, yet it aches for him. "for what...?" you don't expect him to answer, he didn't choose to be a warrior. pulling him into a hug you stroke and pet his hair, tangled strands of knots fiddled in between your fingers.

"zeeke," his name dragging off your tongue as you held back tears. "I'll always have a part of you. even when you leave my side."

"really? it won't annoy you, pearl?" he asks, lips grazing your forehead. you shake your head, hair tickling his nose.

"never, i love you. so, so much."

the cell was cramped, disheveled and smeared with grime. unfit for one person let alone three. mrs yeager was silent, her face solemn, you can tell she doesn't believe this is reality. "how could this happen?" asked mr yeager, staring up at the dark ceiling though nothing looked back at him. he looked all the more perplexed, disgusted and disappointed. "faye, my sweet faye and my grisha. my children…" mrs yeager couldn't hold back a soft sob at the memory of her children. "and now my only grandson,"

"what has cursed this family so?" it was a question you couldn't answer, you though yourself closest to zeke; you shared his bed, his body, his "love", his memories and mind…that's what you tell yourself anyway. maybe this was some elaborate joke, a nightmare, something you could wake up from and everything would go back to normal. you would have your husband back, your home. you could introduce him to—

no, you shouldn't be thinking about that. you should hate him, he left you behind. he's not marley's poster-boy, he's not eldia's savior. he's a deeply flawed man, why did it take you so long to realize? even so, you miss him. you miss his warmth, saying his name. you miss the scent of his cologne. you miss his voice, his touch. everything.

"yooou lot, ain't neeever gettin' out." marleyan soldiers were known to drink copiously, chugging down bottle after bottle, shot after shot until they fell on their asses; unable to speak much less stand back up. dire and treacherous times like these; with betrayal and ambuscades on the horizon, they only got even more drunk to drown out the stress and physical pain. "so don't even…think about it." spat the marleyan, his uniform filthy.

when the soldier walked away mrs yeager bursted into tears, her sobs loud in the empty, isolated hall.

your hand traveled down your dress, reaching down to touch your flat stomach through the fabric.

her smooth skin, unmistakable blond hair and pretty, silvery irises, pale though not without a metallic sheen. her cheeks were red and her lashes long, she cried and cried until you held her—you remember crying too.

it seemed perfect in the moment but they snatched her away; your last bit of happiness.

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neiptune · 2 years ago

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aot boys as tinder nightmares

a/n: i'm so sorry about this. genuinely. lmao

Eren:

Armin:

Jean:

Connie:

Levi:

Porco:

Reiner:

Zeke:

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ridingtorohan · 1 year ago

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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.

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yeagerprincess · 7 days ago

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been thinking about famous reader lately

✨️You started out in college, just playing around freestyling during one of your smoke sessions. You pass the blunt back and forth, hotboxing the car as you each take your turn on the beat. But what you didn't know was that one of you had been livestreaming and you'd gained quite the audience on your verse. Before you knew it, you gained a pretty big fanbase and ended up going viral a few times just from playing around in the studio, until a label managed to scoop you up after seeing a clip of you just playing around in the booth. By the end of the year, you were a certified artist, all while still attending college, making you the Campus' Baby Sister✨️

He's so fucking proud of you, he literally can't believe how lucky he is sometimes. He sits with you at the studio with this huge, dorky grin on his face as he watches you record. He carries all your bags, water bottles, coats, homework assignments, laptop, everything. He's such a fan, even if he is your boyfriend. He's just happy to be your arm candy, he doesn't care if he's not the star of the show. He's tuned into every podcast, every interview, every music video, he even knows your tour dates before anyone else does. He streams your music and sends you screenshots of his favorite lyrics or makes clips of his favorite moments in your music videos and live streams.

Toji, Megumi, Reiner, Jean, Onyankopon, Rengoku, Obanai, Tomura, All Might

He's obsessed. Lowkey, he might have been the one livestreaming the night you went viral for the first time. He's always been super impressed with your rapping. You'd even have nights where you'd stay up freestyling together before you blew up and he'd always gassed you up and ad lib behind your flow. Now, he's all in your comments everytime you post. "That's my baby 😍" "Just a sniff PLEASE" "I would let the world burn for her 🥹🩷" He's in all your selfies too and your fans are in love with him. You might have had to tell them to chill on him a couple times, and he always responds "Nah I'm good" underneath all the thirst comments for him.

Gojo, Itadori, Todo, Connie, Eren, Haganezuka, Sanemi, Hawks, Twice, Present Mic, Dabi

He's your biggest supporter and he has been since before you got discovered. He paid for all your studio time, filming expenses, plane tickets, everything you needed. You ended up not even needing to sign with a label and made a name for yourself without one, thanks to your big generous teddy bear. When you're not touring, he loves to fly you all over the world and plans out elaborate, romantic vacations for the two of you. He picks you up from all your rehearsals and meets you at the hotel after each show, no matter which city or country it's in. Your fans love it when you pull him on stage for a lapdance. Another one that you have to fight your fans off of.

Geto, Choso, Nanami, Zeke, Erwin, Armin, Levi, Gyomei,Giyuu, Endeavor, Eraser, Mr Compress

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cherry-romper · 9 months ago

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hey! you write smut or suggestive content??? If so can i ask for sure hc with the aot boys specially the warriors reiner and zeke are my favs if not fluff and silly hc are nice too please????

Suggestive Headcannons

+ Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Proco, Zeke

Warnings; MDNI, Sexual content but language is tame.

Contains; mostly GN!reader - eludes to gender for Zeke due to his plan for euthanasia, Fluff, Smut - nothing hardcore.

Im not a fan of when HC get really vulgar, so this is quite tame. I might venture into that realm later though! I hope you enjoy <3

Eren;

At first, he was into you like you were the last person on earth. He’d be all over you before and after missions (sometimes even during).

Would take you in any position. He’ll be whatever you needed him to be, after all he was all yours and you were all his.

But after a while, he grew more distant. Time spent together was scares anyways, so you barely had time to initiate anything. He has a big burden on his shoulders, but after you brought it up to him, he apologised and told you he was only trying to keep you safe.

He made love to you that night. It lasted hours, you were tangled together like never ending yarn. You explored each other, held each other, loved each other so purely so truly that he knew, everything he must do, he’d do for you. If it meant he could hold you for one more night.

Armin;

Sweet man who makes even sweeter love.

He’s okay with being a little adventurous every now and again but likes to keep this tame most of the time.

He’s really good at teasing in public. He loves to see you flustered. Will never do anything to make you uncomfortable though. He won’t straight up grope you, instead he’ll let his hand wander up your thigh under the table or he’ll whisper something in your ear only you can hear.

Prefers keeping your relationship private. And so, likes to keep the loving till after dark, and it’s always in the bedroom, not always on the bed, but he’s not a fan of doing it elsewhere.

Will cuddle you for hours afterwards, almost reluctant to let you go. He loves your touch more than anything, the thought of being away from you scares him so he savours you as much as he can.

Jean;

You took the lead first, he didn’t know what to do, as much as he didn’t want to admit it.

He grew in confidence though. Taking the lead more, teasing you openly.

He’s a lover at heart. He worships the ground you walk on, but if you tell him too, he’ll go fast, he’ll hit deep, and he will be rough.

He loves you wholeheartedly, so anything you need to finish, he makes it happen.

However, he also loves when you do the same for him in return. He doesn’t ask though, but by the way he vocalises when you tough him just right, he doesn’t need too.

Connie;

He can never be serious, not even during sex.

Has no idea what he’s doing even after months of being together.

Will giggle at certain noises and laugh if either of you bang your head on something.

He often moves around during, tries out too many positions and can’t co-ordinate his limbs well with yours, so you just end up a tangled mess. You both find it hilarious and it’s the cutest thing.

You’ll both find your limbs again, and kiss each other, holding your bodies close. You’ll giggle at each other, faces slick with sweat, sheets sticking to you. You’ll put your foreheads together, whispering sweet nothing at each other before staring up again. Slower, sweeter than before, more controlled.

Levi;

Not into sex. He cares for you time and presence. Time is precious to him.

Don’t get me wrong he has a sex drive, but I feel as though he’s a once in a blue moon person. He’s too busy and stressed to even get it up. Has no problem serving you if you need it.

Will do what he needs to please you, but often takes more pleasure in just cuddling you, holding you close. To him, it feels more intimate than anything else.

Erwin;

Wants to with all his heart, but you can never find the time. If you do, you’re often interrupted.

You can count on one hand the amount of time you’ve been able to actually finish without someone walking in.

When he gets down too it, Erwin is a sensual lover. Caressing you all over, squeezing and squishing you. He loves skin on skin contact.

He likes being behind you, hugging you from behind. He’ll shower you with kisses.

The most memorable time was by candlelight. You’d been drinking wine, reminiscing about the ‘good old days’, recalling tales of stories beyond the walls, and the drama that goes off within. You laughed, you cried, you smiled and frowned. It was a wonderful night; unforgettable. When you retired to bed, you stripped down, your body illuminated by the candles and Erwin nearly lost his mind. You were ethereal to him, so sweet and gentle. How were you put on this earth with him, he was so lucky to be born at the same time as you. So easily, you could have passed him by. You made love that night for the first time, without being interrupted. He sucked in your sent, vowing to never let you go.

Reiner;

I think due to his split personality, it depends to which one you’re talking too.

The soldier part of him is gentle and sweet, normal even. Giving you just the right amount of loving. Touches you right, makes you feel good. The other? A coin flip.

His warrior side will either refuse to touch you, being too scared to lay a finger on you. Partly because he thinks he’ll hurt you and partly because he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. You’ll get fleeting kisses and ghost touches at best.

The other is like a dog in heat. He’ll take you at least 3 times a day.

He won’t use words much, he’ll either give you a look or he’ll straight up throw you over his shoulder and drag you away from what you’re doing, and when he does, he’s rough.

Will also become a babbling mess a lot while being rough. Barely coherent strings of ‘I love you’s and ‘you’re too good for me’s. whiney

He’s not a dirty talker, he’s a grunter or a growler then after a while gets emotional and it turns into whines and moans.

Bertholdt;

MUNCH

Your pleasure is his pleasure.

Nothing gets him going more than your climax. Will refuse to let you touch him till he’s got your head spinning.

He loves the foreplay and aftercare more than the act itself.

During, he’s sweet and loving. Prefers positions where you can be close to each other where he can see your face. Loves when your bodies are pressed together, he wants to feel all of you.

Will often caress your face and kiss you; he will make love to you. He’ll make it mean something every time, he’s not a fan of quickies.

Although, he’s slowly gaining his confidence with it and it always willing to try new things. Like I said, your pleasure is his, he’ll try anything once.

Proco;

Like rabbits.

Everyone is sick of hearing it or hearing about it. He is so smug that he can make you feel good, he will tell everyone everything. With his own added exaggerations.

Loves your body so much, he cannot get enough of it. If you have free time, you two are fuckin’.

A switch in his truest form. He tries so hard to be dominant, but he’s whiney, and a brat with a big mouth. You just gotta touch him in the right places and he’s a mess, and he’s like putty in your hands.

He talks a lot for someone who likes to be edged.

Secretly loves being taken control of but will never admit that.

Zeke;

What a man.

Will make love to you in a way that is unforgettable. Every. Single. Time.

Everytime is better than the last. And every time is different. He’s down for everything, as long as you’re both getting what you want out it.

Love seeing you shake with pleasure.

It took him a while to warm up to the idea of having sex, considering his plan for euthanasia. But you both take the necessary precautions and have come to an agreement with things.

Although he won’t admit it, he wants nothing more than to finish inside you. It’s like an animalistic urge that he can never satiate, and he finds it harder and harder to stop himself.

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AoT men in your class hit on you

description: you’re in classes with the men from attack on titan; they try to flirt with you.

pairing: reiner x reader, armin x reader, connie x reader, jean x reader, eren x reader, levi x reader, erwin x reader, zeke x reader, galliard x reader

*unspecified gendered reader*

Reiner

Reiner flashed you his prettiest smile, the one he’d practiced in the mirror on occasion, the one he knew looked nice. The smile was contagious, sparking a small smile to grow on your face as you peered at him out of the corner of your eyes.

He’d keep the smile as he’d scratch at the back of his neck, asking, “Want to study together for the next quiz?” Reiner would flex his bicep a little more, raise his eyebrow and smirk seductively, run his hand through his shirt blond hair. “I’ll test you. Tonight”

Armin

You were surprised when Armin asked for your help with studying. He’d been scoring the highest in the class until recently, which you had assumed to have been a fluke.

Armin would curl his toes into the ground and bite the inside of his lip as the heat rushed to his face, as he lied about his level of understanding and hoped you’d believe it. Hoped you’d spend extra time with him, one-on-one.

“If you have the time,” he’d added cautiously, your silence unsettling him. “There’s no pressure, but Id repay you however you… please…” He swallowed hardly, you watched his adam’s apple bob. “However… unconventional.”

Connie

Connie would scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment, faux-confidence reeking off his skin as he flexed his muscles and tried to appear solid. The light sheen of sweat and pink blush across his cheeks exposed the truth, but you were willing to look past it because it was so warm out.

“Hey, y/n…” His usually loud voice was quieter today, a usually unbound announcement finally directed towards someone—you, “how are you feeling for this next quiz? I-I can help you if you need it.”

You couldn’t stifle the laugh in time before it was bubbling off your lips, making Connie’s face darker but also causing him to chuckle a little too. “H-hey, why is that so funny?”

Jean

Jean always tried too hard to impress you. Fumbling the ball because he checked to see if you watched him catch it; missed the goalpost because he focused on you being on the sideline and not the direction of the ball; wiped out during the mile run because he spent more time waving at you than watching the trail.

You tended to any wounds after, unsure if the blush that intimately graced his face was from the embarrassment of failing or the fact that your hands were on his body or both. Maybe it was on purpose, always needing your help.

Both yours and his gazes were fixed onto his ankle, where your hands were slowly and wrapping a bandage around the bruised skin. "Thank you... for always helping," Jean uttered coyly, looking up to make eye contact, his skin warm. "Maybe I can return the favor somehow." He looked away, the pink turning a deep red, but his fingertips were brushing your upper-arm. "Help you..."

Eren

Eren had sat next to you today, waving slightly. You greeted him and Mikasa as she sat on his other side. "Hey," he greeted softly, "did... did you get a haircut?"

"Yeah," you nodded, running your hand through the strands quickly. He blushed and looked away, facing the table.

"He thinks you look nice," Mikasa said plainly, smiling at you from behind him, which prompted him to look at her in a flash of horror and embarrassment and whisper-shouted, "Mikasa! Stop!"

You laughed, the magnetic sound pulling Eren's attention back towards you. "I think you look nice too, Eren," you complimented, biting your lip shyly.

He froze for a moment, struggling to remember how to breathe. "I, uh, um," he started, swallowing in between, "You look... nicer."

"He'd think you'd look nicer on a date together," Mikasa chirped from behind him, settling into the chair. He shouted at her again, the blush deepening.

Levi

Since you normally spent time in a group, having it be just you and Levi felt a little awkward. Most of the time he didn't speak anyway and you silently traced his features, appreciated each angle. You fiddled with a ring as you debated topics to bring up, wondered if he wanted to even speak to you at all. That was the thing with him. You had no idea where you stood.

You had opened your mouth to speak when he interrupted, "Did you get a haircut?" Same tone as always, but he was looking at you now with that iron gaze, the one that sucked the air out between them like a vacuum.

You hummed and nodded. "It looks nice." He reached his hand out and briefly touched the loose strand in front of your ear. "Suits you."

Erwin

Erwin had called out your name in the hallway to grasp your attention, his tight t-shirt immediately catching your eyes as he rushed over to you. It didn't help that he was so tall, and your eyes met at his nipples, and his shirt was so tight.

He repeated your name which caused your attention to move from his chest to his lips. He'd said something. You weren't paying attention. Shit.

"Sorry, what?" you asked sheepishly, blushing from embarrassment. Because it was him, the guy who always gave off the perfect persona, the guy who didn't need to ask because he was always listening.

Erwin laughed and repeated his offer to carry your textbooks to class, taking them from your hands before you could respond and walking alongside you.

Then you watched him unintentionally ignore a friend, someone who tried to say hi to him but he was oblivious to it. You couldn't explain it, but the fact that he didn't hear it made your palms sweat. You thought he was always aware, always listening.

But maybe that was just because he was always listening to you.

Zeke

You had fallen into step with Zeke after Jean and Eren ran off together, racing and arguing over some obsolete, absurd test of masculinity.

"Are you going to join them?" you asked him jokingly, pointing towards the immature boys trying to trip the other one as they both ran.

Zeke sighed, "I'd hoped you knew me better than that." He slumped his shoulders dramatically, and clutched his hand over his heart. "Oh, how your words wound me."

You rolled your eyes. "You're so dramatic, just like your brother." Zeke scoffed as you shrugged. "But that just means it runs in the family. Besides, you're way more mature than your brother. Like, he's not even on the board. So--"

"You are quite mature... and remarkable," he interrupted. You blushed, automatically retorting with a sarcastic commend, "Okay, well I didn't say you were remarkable."

"I'd like to be," he said plainly, stopping to look at you, "to be remarkable to you. To mean something to you."

Galliard

Normally Galliard only approached you on days where Reiner was all over you, picking on Reiner in front of you every chance he got, puffing his chest out slightly whenever you laughed.

Today, though, you were sat at your desk alone when he walked over and sat in front of you. “Hey, Porco,” you greeted, smiling, originally intending to quickly glance up but your irises caught on his and now they felt tethered.

“Good morning, y/n,” he replied smoothly, his tone different when Reiner wasn’t around, when it was just you two. It was silent for a moment, the only sign of time passing being the other students moving around you. “Heard Reiner asked you out. Wanted to hear what charity you were a part of that made you say yes.”

You laughed, covering your mouth in embarrassment when other students looked at you. He smirked, a light pink embracing his cheeks. "We should go out sometime," he added, winking, "Whatever time Reiner's thing is."

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