#bertolt drabble

[pinkmirth]

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

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

𝒢ℰ𝒩𝒯ℒℰ 𝒢ℐ𝒜𝒩𝒯 . . !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aotnumber1fan]

Confessions at sunset

Bertholdt x fem!reader

a/n: Almost cried while making this, bertholdt has such a special place in my heart ilhsm

warnings: slight angst-fluff-heavier angst, (safe for angst dislikers like me), sfw, sort of ooc? Things go from 0 to 100 fast and like rereading this he's a bit ooc so sorry if it bothers you! 😭

"And this one means longevity..." I traced the small line that crossed the top of his palm, ending as quick as it started. "Looks like you won't be living a long life." I playfully smiled, but when I turned around to look up at him, my smile faltered.

We were seated by the ledge of the cabin, my legs hanging off and his, firmly set on the ground. He was leaning back, hand supporting him. I say hand because his other was firmly grasped by mine, my fingers taking the chance to trace every plunge and curve of his palm.

"Bertholdt?" His face was stuck in place, brows un-furrowing at my call of his name. I blinked a few times, trying to erase the uneasiness by focusing my gaze on his palm, which started to curl inwards.

"Oh would you look at that..." He shuffled his head above my shoulder, as I showed him my right hand. "Mine is long." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, I coughed.

"And.. Uhm.." I took his left hand, placing my right on his pinky side, "The gaps.. we have the same gaps." his short line connected and continued onto mine, that stretched farther and darker than his.

"About the longevity thing.. I made it up.." I pursed my lips in an akward smile that he luckily, couldn't see. "My mom didn't teach me nearly as much as I told you she did." I noted how much warmer his palm was, and brought my other hand to hold his with.

"She didn't excatly.. live long enough for that. You know, with the whole collosal breaching the wall stuff.." I murmured out, looking at the spaces between our three defining lines. Furrowing my brows in thought.

What I didn't know, is that he did the same. What I didn't feel, was him tensing up, the way his teeth clenched. His right hand was placed by his knee, balled up, as his left one was held, trembling ever so slightly more than seconds ago.

"I'm sorry if I brought up any bad memories.. I tend to talk without thinking and–"

"It's okay."

Bertholdt wasn't the type to start things. He wasn't one to meddle in them, wasn't the type to end them either. He was an important piece that only had ears, it seemed like. Maybe that's what made him stand out to me.

I felt him nudge me softly as I sprung back to reality, a small smile and string of 'sorrys' leaving me with a turn to his attentive face.

"The space.. Between the lines." He muttered, eyes skimming over me. "You talked about them, what did you want to say?"

I looked at our hands. "Oh! It means heartbreak. The farther the lines are from eachother.. Signifies heartbreak." My tone died out as I finished the sentence, ending flatly, a silence ensuing.

Bertholdt's hand interlocked with mine, a small, breathy, shaky sigh leaving his lips. "Then I hope your mom's readings are wrong." My head turned to right, and I was met with his pink face averting mine. "Sorry."

Though.. I didn't get a good look. I turned away quickly too. "Don't be... I don't really believe in her readings. They've been proven false... Many times."

I kissed my teeth, remembering how she'd talk about what her life had in store for her. She was right. Life had one hell of a surprise for her. I wasn't sure she liked it though.

Bertholdt hummed, watching me as I let go of his hand, deciding bring myself in and hold on my legs.

"Only a fool would break your heart anyways." He murmured, but I heard him.

"I don't care about mine." I murmured back, but he heard me. He paused, and he stared at me. Well I didn't see him but god did I feel it.

"I.." I closed my eyes with a sigh, hoping he didn't notice the goosebumps on my arms. "How are you and Annie going? You manage to finally woo her?"

Silence ensued. I didn't want to turn around.. to look at him, though that pink face was nice to look at... It was a fluke. Only one person can make him blush like that.

It was still quiet. Did he not hear me? "H-"

My words got lodged in my throat as I felt his hand slither around my waist, pulling me back, next to him.. Also a bit closer. "I can't see your face if I'm behind you." My heart pumped, thundering against my ears.

"Did.. D-Did you hear my question?" I cringed at my stutter but he didn't make much of deal about it. I looked at him from the corners of my eye, but his face was pretty blurry. It faced down, away from me... It was hard to decipher his expression.

He was hard to decipher.

"I did."

I looked down. "Then why didn't you answer?"

"What were you going to say? Before you mentioned Annie." His tone was firm, unusual, but still overwhelmingly him.

"I'm not sure.. Forget about that just–"

"Please?"

His plea shut me up. And I only realised how frustrated I was when I felt a tear land on my thigh, another on my hand, that I fisted harder than what was considered to be normal.

His thumb wiped the tear off my knuckles, shuffled to face me.

He placed his hands on my cheeks and lifted my head, averting my eyes as he wiped the tears off my face, sliding his worn, thumbs under my eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was a tender, a barely heard apology. He didn't do anything wrong. Loving someone else wasn't a crime. I wanted to tell him. But the look on his face made me doubt that's what he was talking about.

It's not like I knew, anyway.

"You shouldn't be... I'm being dumb." I smiled and took his hands, placing them down infront of us. "I don't want your heart to get broken, because I know how it feels like, and it feels like shit." I paused. "That's what I was going to say."

"The present."

"Huh—"

"You spoke in the present."

He was an important piece that only had ears.

"Yeah. I guess I did." It was tiring, keeping secrets from him. I didn't want him to know the hold he had on me but what was I to do when he noticed how I bended at his every word.

I let go of his hand and looked back infront of us, to the field where we stood in line and first met eachother. Well, first met Shadis. I still remember the beat down he gave me. Verbal of course, but it still felt very physical.

"Who's the guy?"

"You don't want to know." It was a sign for him to drop the subject. But it seemed like he just didn't want to.

"Why is that?"

I froze and turned my head, he stared down at the ground, not even lifting his head up for a second. I needed to find an excuse.

"You won't like him."

"Who is he?"

I didn't want to lash out, or raise my voice, but it was getting hard to stay patient with his constant prodding. He knew he was prying, but maybe he just didn't care. Maybe the answer was just that important.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why?"

"For fucks sake Hoover—Why won't you just drop it?" I didn't yell, my voice stayed the same, but my tone was a bit harsher than I meant it to be. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Because I like you."

My words jumbled up together and flew out my mouth without being pronouced, giving place to my gaping jaw. I closed it quickly, and it opened it again, coughing up a small fit.

"What." It didn't sound like a question. It wasn't. Didn't stop him from responding.

"I like you."

"Say it again." I was the one to move from my spot, and turn to look at him this time. He was the one to avoid my gaze, clenching his fists while staring at the ground, face oddly blank.

"I like you." He was a bit louder with each reiteration of the short sentence, like he was confirming it for himself as much as me.

"Again."

"I like you."

"Just one m—"

"Are you toying with me, Y/n?"

His glare transfered over to me, and I flinched, but in seeing that, he didn't hold it long. "Please don't. Please don't do that." A crack in his voice struck something within me.

"I'm not!" I rushed out, choosing my next words carefully.

"I like you. I'm in love with you. I like you romantically and I thought you liked Annie so that's why I lashed out earlier–and by the way, sorry about tha—"

"What." I focused on his face, and for once I could discern something. Confusion, mixed with shock, and... Something else.

"I thought you like Annie, so I lashe–"

He shook his head. "No.. The liking me part. Can you say it again?" His face was yet again, neutral, but his eyes held hope.

"No." His lips twitched to say something, but I cut him off with mine. On his.

I felt a push and I backed away, eyes wide. "Shit I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bertholdt I thought–I should've—"

He placed his hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, leaning in again to kiss me. It was a juvenile, quick, short, and confused kiss. A test, an introduction, the first kiss.

But then we kissed again, and it was longer, softer, deeper. And then again; we got warmer, and we took our time, breaking apart every few seconds to breathe and reconnect. We stopped, eventually. My lips tingled, like the butterflies that inhabited my stomach flew and landed on my lips,

as weird as that sounds.

His lips were swollen. Red, warm to the touch–I assumed. His cheeks were in the same boat. The tips of his ears as well. A couple seconds passed and I realized that his eyes were aswell. Tears starting to spill out, they were becoming red and puffy.

My hands stuttered and I brought his head to my shoulder, propping myself on my knees so that his back wouldn't ache.

Soft, almost soundless sobs left him, my shoulder getting damp. His hands clutched my white button down as he continued to cry, and I started to smile.

"Are you that happy?" It was presumptious of me to assume that he was crying of joy, but I pressed my lips shut and cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears like he did me.

"I'm... sorry." His voice whispered, and it wavered, and it might've been the weakest I've ever heard him. I leaned in and left a kiss on his forehead, nervously smiling.

"It's okay."

This didn't seem to satisfy him, as he looked to the ground. His soulders slumping forward, and hands clenching and opening up repetedly.

"I'm... Really, sorry. I'm sorry—I'm so, sorry.." It was like a chant that he repeated, each one quieter than the last. His body leaned into me, facing the floor. He was tired. Like he was bearing the whole world on his shoulders.

Something felt off with his apologies. Like they weren't for me. But if they weren't, who would they be for?

No, that wasn't the right question. I rested my chin on his head, and thread my hands through his hair, gently patting the unruly parts down.

The question, was what were they for. He hadn't done anything wrong. Yet he continued apologizing, under his breath. He paused.

You were right earlier, that he didn't want to know. He shouldn't have pushed it.

"Please... Don't hate me."

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hey Terra! I have another drabble request: number 40, pleease (and thank you) 🩷

Drunk Drabbles 40: “The kids, they ambushed me.” For Alice and Brandon @ranger-danger-hoover

A Snack on Titan II Characters: Reiner x Bertolto, Gabi, Falco and those other Marleyan Brats Word Count: 859 words Fluff & parody 

The air was abuzz with activity as people swarmed down the central boulevard, clutching overfilled food cartons and packets. There were so many bodies pressed in between the market stalls that it was almost impossible to squeeze past them. Amongst the chatter of customers came the continuous sizzle of freshly fried foods. Every stand was crowded with dizzying sights: giant wheels of cheese which wafted a bitter tang; freshly baked loaves, some loaded with olives, others topped with cheese; pyramids of pickled delights; proud displays of sliced, cooked meat and cured sausages. All around was the smell of fragrant curry sauce accompanied by the salty scent of the fish stall which bore its tanks of wriggling crustaceans. Upon others mouth-watering arrangements of baked goods were laden: large, flat cookies, thick slabs of moist chocolate brownie, curls of pastries dusted in pistachio crumbs. 

Reiner stepped back from one of the food stalls and, turning, passed two packets of golden halloumi fries to Bertolt.

“Is this the one with the tzatziki?” Bertolt glanced down into the first paper bag. “You know I can’t handle heat.”

“Yeah, the other one has the chilli sauce…” Reiner was fumbling for his wallet. The man who was tending the stall held up his hand to halt the customers crowding behind them. Bertolt watched, holding the steaming bags, whilst Reiner peered through the wallet’s folds. 

“Is everything alright Rei?” 

“I thought I had a twenty…” Reiner muttered under his breath, his shoulders stiffened. Bertolt glanced around him helplessly. 

“I only brought my card but I don’t think they’ll take it here!”

“No. No,” Reiner assured him firmly, giving Bertolt’s arm a squeeze. “You always pay. It’s my turn.”

“What’s the hold up?” The stall owner was leaning aggressively over the countertop. Reiner lowered his hand and uttered a sigh of defeat.

“I’m not paying for the fries and neither is he. We have no money.”

“‘Scuse me?”

“I had cash on me but it was the kids… they ambushed me.” At this, Reiner gestured towards the lower end of the street. Just visible between the movements of people’s elbows and the swing of tote bags was Gabi and her three friends. The group were speaking animatedly as they pored over small, brightly-coloured cardboard boxes. Gabi extracted a sugared doughnut from her own and bit fiercely into it, sending a splodge of cream down her blouse.

“Why are you telling him Reiner?” Cold beads of sweat were beginning to break out upon Bertolt’s forehead. His head snapped between the group of children and the stall owner. Bertolt’s voice climbed higher with insistence as he sought wildly for some form of explanation. 

“Please, he’s just tired!” 

Beside him, Reiner rubbed his face with his palm. 

“Sorry… what the hell was I thinking? Have I really gone crazy…?” Reiner chuckled to himself, causing Bertolt to cry out in alarm. The stall proprietor was shaking his head as he reached for his heaviest kitchen implement.

“No… it’s just that I’ve been stuck in this place for too long,” Reiner concluded. Bertolt was no longer convinced that he was the one being spoken to, but decided against pressing the point. Reiner’s features seemed to relax for an instant as he glanced back over at Gabi and the others. His cousin had slumped down upon the floor, her hands clutching her stomach whilst Falco lowered his head in embarrassment. “Don’t blame them. They’re just kids, they don’t know anything.”

“Reiner-” Bertolt reached for his shoulder as Reiner walked past. The pack of customers who had been circling the stall surged forward to fill the space he had vacated. 

“Some would say that I need to face the consequences of my actions,” Reiner announced heavily. He did not turn his head. 

Bertolt almost lost his grip on the packets of fries. He could feel sweat clinging to his nose as it trickled down from his temple. His eyes roved the scene, taking note of the constraints of the narrow alleyways, the close positioning of the stalls, the flocks of people filing into every conceivable gap. 

“Reiner… are we doing it now? Right here?” 

“We’re settling this right now,” Reiner replied. Too late, the stall owner rushed around his stand, brandishing a metal ladle and hollering a warning at the armed soldiers stationed nearby.

Bertolt hugged the bags of halloumi and hurtled away from the stall. Just ahead of where he was positioned, Reiner fell into a low crouch with his left leg extended. Then, using it as a spring, he propelled himself forward…

…Gabi was sitting propped against a grey swing bin, her legs trailed out in front of her. She shifted her head against the plastic and let out a loud belch.  

“I wish we could have festivals everyday!” she sighed blissfully. Falco, who had been licking the sugar granules from his hand, jolted at a sudden commotion. His head jerked up, eyes following the movement of people to their left.

“Gabi, your cousin and his boyfriend are running away.” Gabi craned her neck around to see.

“...and now we have no money for the train ride home,” he added bitterly. ...

2 drinks down! Anyone else fancy a spin on the ol' Drunk Drabbles wheel? 👈 Send me a number and you could get lucky! Unless my faculties to read and spell start you - you know 📉

[big-trouble-in-little-eldia]

Kiss meme #1 — Berumika

Shy kiss

Canon divergent AU with traces of arumika and berumin

--

When she knocks on his door and enters, she finds Bertholdt bundled up in bed, the sheets wrapped around him as a book lies open in his lap. Curiosity replaces his usual reserved caution when she catches his attention, eyes bright with a tentative glimmer covering his grey irises. Less like prey in front of blades, and more like…

More like the person she could never see in him again. The one she wants to continue to refuse to see.

She places her tray on the night table. Her job is done, she can leave again—but as Bertholdt untangles his legs from his bedsheets and silently, unobtrusively scooches over to get in reach of his lunch, Mikasa feels that she cannot just leave and the nature of their relationship no longer warrants her usual quiet retreat after yesterday.

Bertholdt’s feet touch the wooden floorboards. Mikasa sits down next to him, a gesture distant from the other times she’d bring him his rations, and he awaits her reasoning with wide eyes.

She knows it’s what people who are comfortable around each other do. As she does with Armin. As she has seen Armin do with Bertholdt. But never as they have done with each other.

It can form a bridge. It lasts for only a second before she gets cold feet, Mikasa’s lips against Bertholdt’s cheek while he freezes, but he does not retract. Before either has had the chance to process it, she’s already on her way out and neither can see the other’s reaction.

She closes the door behind her but falls back against it, a sense of personal failure clinging to her heart that refuses to let itself be drowned by her confusion.

Never did she expect it to hurt to assign humanity to her sworn enemies.

[tortellimi]

hi my lovelies, please please please feel free to leave requests and ideas in my ask box! i’m super new to writing and im so shocked that all of my original posts to far have gotten over 10 notes

🫶🫶

i’ll credit you ofcs unless you ask to stay anonymous but it’s summer in the states and no school until the fall- give me something to do!

love you lots 🌞🌷

thinking about how postwar!levi would wake up next to you, awoken of course by his face being peppered with kisses. if he dared to question you, he’d be shut up with soft kisses to his pillow soft lips. because why would he complain when he could let you love him?

[mirandasidefics]

Attack on Titan Masterlist

💥Action/violence

💦smut/thirst

💔angst

✨️fluff

**Please note that all of these are quite old and originally written around 10 years ago. Some may have been updated in 2017/2018, but for the most part they're old so be gentle with them.

Life with Friends and Lover's-

Modern College AU, Poly Jean Kirstein x Marco Bott x Reader

Comfort 💔

Jealousy 💦

You’re beautiful 💔💦

Pitter Patter 💔

Memories ✨️

I Want to Be 💦✨️

Pitiful Creatures 💔💥

Bertolt Hoover x Reader- Summary

"Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone."- Phantom of the Opera

After making your escape with your fellow Warriors, your small party plans on how to get back home alive. How will others receive you upon your return? Especially since your mission is not complete. But after losing half of your friends and your lover in the process, you seek comfort that is long overdue.

Come Back Soon - Erwin x Reader drabble

Kitchen Mess- Levi x Reader one-shot ✨️

Tickle Attack- Reiner Braun x Reader one-shot ✨️

[ambrosialdesire]

ambrosia masterlist

legend :

n s f w [ ❀ ] **       s f w [ ✿ ]

  t a g s :     # love-message = all answered asks     # love-reply = all answered requests/drabbles     # love-taste = all answered nsfw requests/drabbles

** minors dni, this is an 18+ dark content yandere blog

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

f a n d o m s

s h i n g e k i ⠀n o ⠀k y o j i n  ↳ Reiner Braun     ↳ cacoëthes — Reiner has always loved you since the trainee days, loved you enough to take you back home to Marley, whether you liked it or not. ❀    ↳ parts: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

    ↳ bloodsports — Reiner, an alpha hockey player, is desperately trying to get your attention, a nobody omega who has better things to do in life, yet the two of you can't deny your feelings any longer. ❀    ↳ parts: [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

 ↳ Porco Galliard     ↳ hellion — Being bought by a mysterious maniac named Porco, the only thing you can do in your control is fight, but he wants to completely take that away from you too. ✿

 ↳ Bertolt Hoover     ↳ desiderate — Trying to live a normal life after being kidnapped wasn't going too bad, but Bertolt's trying so hard to be a part of it too. ✿

 ↳ Eren Jaeger     ↳ inamorato — You've always thought that you'd have a happily ever after with your soulmate but not when it's someone like Eren Jaeger. ✿

    ↳ boundless — Eren's your childhood best friend but you dated someone else, unaware on how deeply he's in love with you. ✿     ↳ bounded — Continuation from the end of boundless. ❀

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

b o k u ⠀ n o ⠀ h e r o ⠀ a c a d e m i a   ↳

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

g e n s h i n ⠀ i m p a c t   ↳ Gorou     ↳ down boy, down — Gorou's losing control of himself whenever you're around and sinning never felt so good. ❀

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

h o n k a i ⠀ s t a r ⠀ r a i l   ↳ 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

h a i k y u u   ↳

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

j u j u t s u ⠀ k a i s e n   ↳

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

o t h e r   ↳ Laios Touden [ dungeon meshi ]     ↳ hedonic — Laios becomes a little too hungry for his monster party member, is he able to stop fantasizing about eating her? ✿

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[lady-lunaaa]

Nice

Pairing: Annie Leonhart x f!reader

Rating: Mature (mostly sfw, a little suggestive)

Warnings: none really, just some cutesie couple stuff with Annie because she deserves it <3

WC: 1.4K

a/n: just a lil' spring drabble because i'm enjoying the season and I have Annie brainrot. this idea was inspired by some of my favourite fanart of Annie painting Bertie and Rei's nails ��� please check out the artist - they draw all the aot babes beautifully! Thank you to my gorgeous wife @dabilove27 as always for being my beta, I adore you <3

The weather was perfect; the sun warmed your exposed skin as the spring breeze played gently with your hair. You were currently kneeling in the grass and painting Annie's toenails while she lay stretched out on a lounger. Her arms were slung over the sides and her face was tipped towards the sun as she basked in the warmth looking for all she was worth like a very pretty and spoiled feline. You smiled to yourself as you had an idea, carefully painting the outline of a kitty onto her big toe, concentrating on not messing up your handiwork.

Annie often painted your nails for you (and Bertolt and Reiner's if they didn't run away from her fast enough). She claimed to find it calming, and you had to admit, she was right. The sounds of birdsong and trickling water from the pond helped, it was very zen in the garden, and a rare moment to have it all to yourselves. Bertie and Rei were out with friends which meant the house you all shared was a lot less crowded than usual.

You zoned out while you worked, barely aware of the way your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. Annie noticed though. She noticed the way your brow furrowed in concentration as you worked gently and precisely. She would never admit it but she liked being pampered this way by you, just having you close while she did nothing at all in particular. It was peaceful. She felt peaceful around you. It was truly a testament to her feelings for you that she let her guard down so completely in your presence. You, on the other hand, never had any trouble giving all of yourself to Annie from day one. She just elicited that desire in you to earn her trust and companionship - much like the cats she was so fond of.

It was lucky the sun was out as it dried the polish quickly avoiding any smudges. You'd opted for a soft shell pink for Annie today, a little different from her usual black, and it matched her cropped top perfectly. The tiny pink straps hugged her delicate shoulders, the fabric flaring out around her stomach and showing off the little black gem sparkling at her navel. Annie was wearing tight, black hot pants today on account of the weather and they framed her athletic build in a tantalising display. Her muscled thighs were squished together in her seat and you had trouble staying fully focused on your task.

You felt Annie shift imperceptibly, not wanting to jog your hand, and you adjusted your grip on her heel accordingly. She was watching you. You didn't need to look up to tell. She often watched you while you did things, like reading in your favourite chair or making yourself a snack in the kitchen. Her stare was always silent and intense and it often unnerved you. You'd never had anyone watch you quite so intently before. You didn't mind of course, it was flattering, but you knew she'd call you out for doing the same to her - call you a simp or a creep. Lovingly, of course.

Eventually you looked up at her face, one striking blue eye was cracked open and watching you. She was squinting slightly in the light, her nose scrunching with the action - she looked so damn cute. You watched her watching you for a moment before you spoke. "What do you think you're looking at?" Your voice held a challenge as you raised a brow at her questioningly.

"Your face." She replied bluntly, tucking her bangs behind one ear.

You stifled a smile, "Oh yeah? And what about it?" You couldn't help but push her a little, wanting to mock her for so obviously staring. You'd been together for several months now and Annie often appeared as stoic as ever, which meant you had to savour every little moment you caught her being vulnerable or affectionate. Despite her obvious impatience at your teasing, you knew she enjoyed it really. She was often cheekier than you at times.

She sniffed at you and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's nice."

"Wow, you're such a romantic, Leonhart!'' You pretended to swoon at her words, holding a hand to your chest, careful not to jab yourself with the nail brush and ruin your favourite blouse.

Annie leant forward to swat your arm and you tipped back out of her reach, laughing as you wobbled on your toes, your knees leaving the ground for a moment. She rolled her eyes and flopped back into the lounger, extending a muscled leg and wiggling her toes at you commandingly. She wasn't a huge conversationalist but that worked out well since your brain and mouth worked a mile a minute. Sometimes you'd both sit in each other's company for hours without talking - just doing your own things together. She taught you to slow down and enjoy the little moments.

You settled back into place and grasped her wiggling foot with an exaggerated sigh, content with your games for now, and dipped the brush back into the polish so you could paint the last of her nails.

Once you finished, you screwed the top back onto the bottle and ducked your head to kiss the inside of Annie's ankle to signal that you were done. She attempted to pull free from your grasp to check the final look but you only tightened your fingers around her foot. You firmly held her still and pressed another kiss to the inside of her calf. And then another to the inside of each knee, bending her leg until her foot rested on the striped fabric of the lounger. Her skin was warm and slightly sticky with suncream.

You looked up at her as you hovered over her thigh, breath fanning over her bare skin, and all the while she watched you placidly. She looked calm, almost bored, but you saw her chest rise and fall a little quicker than normal. She had a faint blush running across the apples of her cheeks and the sunshine had brought out the spatter of freckles across her nose. She was the most striking woman you'd ever seen, all at once delicate and strong, powerful and dainty. No wonder you'd fallen hard. You waited, stringing out the moment, your lips ghosting her soft flesh….

And then you sat back with a sigh. "So, my face is nice, huh?" The look Annie gave you was one of flustered irritation as she clicked her tongue between her teeth. You loved riling her up till she took what she wanted, her countenance shifting from impassive to determined, those blue eyes bright with want. It was your favourite look on her. Her manicured hand shot out to grab the collar of your shirt in a clenched fist and she leant down until her face was inches from your own. Her forwardness always managed to surprise you, even when you pushed at her patience, hoping for that exact outcome. You were at mercy to her whim and your cockiness deserted you as you relaxed into her grip without thinking.

"Don't be a tease." Her voice was smooth as silk, low and commanding, and it made your stomach flip. Her brazen attitude that seemed to emerge without warning gripped you by the throat every single time. It was thrilling - never truly knowing when she would strike with those pretty claws. Now it was your turn to cast her a bashful gaze as your mind stumbled over itself trying to recover.

Luckily, Annie ended your internal struggle with her lips crashing into your own. Her fingers twisted into the cotton of your blouse as your mouths moved together, hot, bruising and insistent - a far cry from your earlier light-hearted behaviour. She smelled like sunshine and you could taste the lingering flavour of the strawberries you had for breakfast on her tongue. She took your breath away, stealing it from your lungs as you explored her mouth greedily, lost in her taste and touch.

When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against hers and gave a lazy grin. "If that's my reward for being a tease then I think I'm okay with it."

Annie smiled gently at your love drunk expression and you drank in the sight of her pretty pink lips curving upwards. It really was a perfect day. You hoped you'd get many more spring days like this with her. That would be nice.

Thank you for reading! 💙

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, September 17

Angelus: And this... this is the garden. Drusilla: Wow! Look. Jasmine. Angelus: Night blooming. Drusilla: Like us. Oh, Angel, it's fairyland. Ooh! Spike: It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us. Angelus: If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go. Take a stand, man. Spike: Well, our old place was just fine till you went and had it burned down. Angelus: Things change, Spikey. You gotta roll with the punches. Well, actually, you pretty much got that part down, haven't you? Spike: Very funny, mate. Angelus: What can I say? I just love to see you smile, buddy. Spike: Yeah, you're a giver.

~~Buffy Episode #31: "I Only Have Eyes For You" ~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

The Darkness and the Light (Anya Jenkins/Willow Rosenberg, G) by SirenOfTitan

Spoons (Angel/Spike, M) by MamaBewear

Wanking Up Alone (Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers, G) by b33n

What We Need (Angel/Spike, OC, M) by fatalfae

SLUMBER PARTY (Buffy, Willow, E) by KNZ1

I Called Him Mine (Angel/Spike, E) by MadeInGold

Divine Comedy in the Withering Heart (Angel/Darla, E) by CoffeeHunt

Yes, Mistress (Darla/Drusilla, E) by TheClowniestLivInExistence

Untitled (Buffy/Spike, unrated) by forevercaroline

Enjoying The Show (Spike, Willow/Tara, M) by Serena The Drama Queen

Cloudy With a Chance of Mischief (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine Eden, ClowniestLivEver

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Right Swipe Ch 8 (Buffy/Giles, E) by DancingAngel0013

Hello, Darling Ch. 6/9 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Spikelover4ever

Blood of Kings Ch. 4 (Ensemble, T, Young Royals xover) by LadyInBlackandWhite

Double Date Ch. 3 (Buffy/Giles, E) by Rippertish

If We Could Freeze Time CH. 42/64 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Ch. 158 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

Bring Me To Life : A Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel Crossover Event Ch. 70 (Buffy/Angel, unrated) by Jean_theGuardian

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Four (Giles/OC, E) by emma-m-black

Welcome To Westworld CH. 75 (Ensemble, T) by Ninja Master

Do as Romans do Ch. 45 (Ensemble, T, French language) by OldGirl-NoraArlani

A Tumble in Time, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, T) by thedoppleganger

Forty-eight days in LA, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Blissymbolics

Where Clocks Don't Tick, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Willow91

Hope is the thing with feathers, Chapter 11 (Buffy/Spike, E) by will_

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2], Chapter 51 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Ragini

Because the Night, Chapter 10-11 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 131 (Buffy/Spike, ) by the_big_bad

Stiff Pole, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, E) by scratchmeout

Oh My Goddess, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Maxine Eden

It’s a Secret Ch. 4 (Xander, T, Harry Potter xover) by MsSunshine

Aim High Ch. 8 (Buffy, T, Stargate xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Buffy by RookBooks

Artwork:Buffy by nineinchnals

Artwork:Spike by forsuperbang

Artwork:Oz, Buffy by onedrawsoverthecuckoosnest

Artwork:Cordelia & Angel by artsying-ifer

Artwork:Venom Faith by goaskmalices

Artwork:Buffy & Willow by wooneygoblin

Artwork:Buffy by artofnicolle

Artwork:Buffy & Spike by o-cm-draw-o

Artwork: by o-cm-draw-o

Artwork:Buffy by bertolts

Manip:Episodic art for BtVS 2x22 “Becoming, Part 2. by revello-drive-1630

[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: Episode 41 - Poor old Glove of Myhnegon, Begin Again (Revelations) by The Sunnydale Diaries

PODCAST: BTVS 602 - Bargaining, Pt. 2 by Another Buffy Podcast

[Community Announcements]

Tuesday Prompt: Weather by comment_fic

Is there a Buffy-verse fic idea you’ve been dying to read? Are you looking for inspiration for your next fic? Join us on AO3 or Dreamwidth! by buffyversekinkmeme

Join the Faith and Buffy Slayer Scissorfest Discord Server!

[Fandom Discussions]

today Him 7.06 was on and it got me thinking by aphony-cree

ive become such a spike apologist its terrible. by lesbianmarrow

buffy essentially conditioning spike like an animal to never believe what she says by nicollekidman

the point of Faith’s final scene in Salvage by coraniaid

ok i have some thoughts about cordelia and anya by electricabsolution

Jenny and Anya would have been such a good duo. by ohrevienssoleil

something about the scoobies all being slightly unhuman. by pinesorneedle

I am still baffled that people think Beer Bad is the worst episode of Buffy when episodes like Wild At Heart, Into the Woods, and As You Were exist. by paarthursass

i didn’t really get that whole attack dog relationship thing folks were posting about a few months ago but then by lesbianmarrow

There’s just something about Spike understanding Buffy when she’s not even able to articulate or understand (at the moment) that’s what she needs. by pinesorneedles

my post-chosen headcanon by comradesummers

Off the wall question! by Moptop

Going to meet the First Slayer by garfan

What was the episode where..... by Dufflepod

Ángel could Beat buffy? by FoxIndependent4310

Did Spike Not Watch Return of the Jedi? by matsu-oni

Cordelia by Disastrous-Zombie-25

S3 ep 13 by txn120

Best insult ever by BluePhotonOnMonday

Rewatching the show after being a caregiver by Lady_Audley

"Fool for Love" (B S5:E7) & "Darla" (A S2:E7) by Pyrefly79

Can we talk about how terrifying this guy is by StarsThatGlow

I loved Cordelia's style season early on in season 3. by pit_of_despair666

Love Letter (Buffy Version) by Ventenebris

Joyce and Spike by No-Jaguar8044

Fool for Love question on previous slayers by anthonycaruana

The Killer in Me by Competitive_Bank8725

For you, who is the best and worst antagonist in Buffy the Vampire Slayer? by murder_drone_V_N_Usy

Which opinion on the show would have you like this? by -Bi-Bi-Bi-

Slayers on Audible by Disastrous-Zombie-25

This is a point people ignore by foreseethefuture

Just wanted to quickly praise the 'vamp' makeup. by sKullsHavezzz

Best feats of Ilyria? by Glum_Local_1358

AtS Season 3 appreciation thread by jdpm1991

Best feat of spike by FoxIndependent4310

What would you think of a prequel series by CleanUpOnAisle10

Best feat of Ángel by FoxIndependent4310

So about Doyle by DevilManRay

Was Tara a good fit for Willow? by Accomplished-Emu2308

Why were the Monks stuck in the dark ages? by MonsterTournament

Some of my Buffy Opinions as a first time watcher by Business-Chair4961

Flowers at the Crawford St. Mansion? by Beneficial-End-7872

Do they ever say that Angel/Angelus is more powerful than your average vampire? by DevilManRay

Submit a link to be included in the newsletter!

Join the editor team :)

[local-pr1nter]

More DA x AoT Drabbles!!!!

Warning! Canon typical mentions of death and murder (AoT)

With Kiyotaka as one of my favorite DA characters, I got really excited when I considered throwing him into this AU.

When i was considering the Warriors and would take the titans, I immediately knew that Mondo would be the Armored Titan. And with how close Reiner/Bertolt are, especially given how well their titans work together, it seemed natural for Kiyotaka to be the Colossal Titan.

It's probably the strongest titan shifter at their disposal, considering it's explosive range just when shifting, so of course Marley needed the perfect warrior to wield it.

And Taka was extremely dedicated to Marley - or at the very least, dedicated enough to ensure his father's safety and wellbeing. With just the two of them as a family (maybe in this AU his mother got sent to Paradis or something else that resulted in her death/disappearance), it seemed like the clear option to support themselves. While his father was against the idea entirely, not wanting to lose his only child, Kiyotaka was determined.

And holy shit did he deliver. He showed dedication and loyalty to Marley, desperate for their approval and eager to earn the title of Honorary Marleyan. And sure enough, that was enough for Marley to give him the power of the colossal titan.

In contrast to Bertolt's weak-minded nature and inability to lead, Kiyotaka is a strong leader, capable of leading the warriors to complete their mission on Paradis. While not as strong of a leader like Mondo, he shows his capabilities as both a warrior and a soldier, earning respect from his fellow warriors and soldiers alike. He's at his best when leading others, playing a key role in the Battle of Trost after he breached the wall (how dare he be such a good leader and rally his fellow cadets against the titans).

He for sure got attached to some of the 104th cadets- such as Chihiro, Gonta, Aoi, and a few others. Still, in the end, he always knew he couldn't go against Marely and put his father at risk, forcing him against the 104th.

This is a recipe for angst and I am here for it.

[brainmaniaman]

WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER (Bertolt Hoover/Reader)

TITLE: WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER PAIRING: bertolt hoover/reader, light choking(?) TAGS: semi-public sex, female-bodied reader TRIGGER WARNINGS?: kind of mean and unhealthy y/n interactions (very light) w baby bertolt but on god it's part of the plot, very slight dubcon? idk if it can be interpreted that way but it's tagged for safety AU: idk modern au b/c i fuck hard with those DECSRIPTION: yes i believe in bottom bertolt supremacy but one of my friends gave me this idea like okay hear me out, y/n has been straight up blue-balling her boyfriend for quite some time, and it's getting frustrating, so he swallows his nervousness and, per suggestion of his good friend eren, decides to make even in the middle of the movie theater. by the way i am TIRED of everyone having eren hating on bertolt they would be GOOD FRIENDS in a modern au. WORD COUNT: 2,233

"Hey, Eren . . . I have a question" Bertolt looked like he was going to crawl out of his skin as he sat on the opposite end of the couch in the basement, his hands resting on his knees as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Shoot" Said Eren Yeager, pulling his hair back into a messy bun - his fingers expertly tying a small scrunchie into his hair. Jean had teased him about using scrunchies relentlessly - but Eren would die on the hill that using them was better for your hair; the last thing he wanted was for his hair to fall out.

"I, uh . . ." Bertolt's face was turning red, his nose scrunched as he stared at his knees, trying to figure out how to breach the subject. "So you know that y/n and I have been . . . you know, dating for quite some time . . ."

"Yeah . . .?" Eren drawled lazily, leaning his elbows on his knees as he played lazily on his phone, his thumbs typing away. For the most part, he seemed uninterested. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well, you know with dating comes . . . s-" Bertolt paused, now pressing his knuckles together tightly.

"Sex?"

"Yeah, that"

"Well, we've been having it a lot lately . . ."

"Are you just sitting me down to brag about your sex life . . .?" Eren inquired, raising an eyebrow - not that Eren was one to judge as he was often guilty of spilling his guts about his sexual escapades. But with Bertolt? . . . Well, it felt weird and out of place.

"N-No!" was Bertolt's immediately response. "It's not that. It's just lately, well . . ."

"Lately what? Spit it out. I don't have all day." Eren responded, looking down at his phone that was currently blowing up. He had a date coming up soon and he was relatively excited for it.

"Well . . . usually, y/n is, you know, on top . . . you know, more assertive -"

"I mean you didn't have to tell me that" Eren interrupted, "We all knew that -"

"- anyways" Bertolt's face was turning hot at the comment. He didn't have the time to really address Eren's comment. "I like it! I do! But lately, I've been thinking well, I'd like to take control . . ."

"Oh?" Eren's ears perked up and he was wriggling his way closer to Bertolt. "So you took control and they didn't like it, and now you're asking me for help?"

"No . . . not exactly."

"Then what happened?"

"Well, I asked them if they'd be willing to you know . . . switch it up and -"

"Jesus fuck, Bert. You can't just ask you have to just do -"

". . . and well, they laughed in my face, pat my cheek, and said no. I asked Reiner what to do and Reiner said to tell them I wasn't going to have sex until they gave me what I want. I thought it was a bad idea, but I went with it anyways and . . . well, they told me that two could play at that game and it's been . . ."

"How long has it been?"

"Uh . . ." Bertolt squirmed a bit in his place, "Two weeks. . ."

"Two weeks!" Eren exclaimed incredulously, in sheer disbelief. "That's insane! And you've just let them get away with it for this long?"

"Uh . . ." Bertolt scratched the back of his neck nervously, "What do you mean by get away with it? I mean . . . yeah . . .? What else am I supposed to do?"

"Well firstly," Eren said, picking up his phone, "Never ask Reiner for advice again. That was your first mistake. Secondly, let me cancel my date tonight -"

"Oh, no - you don't have to do that!" Bertolt responded quickly, "Just a few pieces of advice would be sufficient . . ."

Eren tapped away tirelessly at his phone before turning it face-down on the coffee table, now turning towards Bertolt - a rather determined look in his eyes.

"No -" Eren held up a hand, "I want to help. Besides, I'm going to tell you exactly what to do and we're going to run over it a few times, then - I'm going to make sure you don't pussy out. Knowing you, this is going to take a while. Consider it my early birthday present to you"

"My birthday was a month ago . . ."

"That's not the point. Anyways," Eren placed a very serious hand on his friend's shoulder, pulling Bertolt closer, "You're going to want to take her to the most popular movie in theaters on a Saturday night -"

"Where are you going with this?"

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Seeing how packed the movie theater was, Bertolt was definitely thinking about backing out of it. While his partner was in the restroom, presumably washing their hands, he fiddled with his phone in his hands.

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

To: Eren Yeager

From: Bertolt Hoover

- I don't know if this is a good idea . . .

Read: 9:45 pm

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

From: Eren Yeager

To: Bertolt Hoover

- If you don't go through with this I'll never forgive you. I canceled a date to prep you on this. Don't make me have canceled my date in vain. I dedicated my heart to this cause.

Read: 9:47 pm

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

To: Eren Yeager

From: Bertolt Hoover

- I guess . . .

Read: 9:48 pm

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

To: Bertolt Hoover

From: Eren Yeager

- I'm putting my upmost faith and trust in you. Don't fuck this up.

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

"Here -" Bertolt extended his arms out to you as you came back from the restroom and concessions, a bag of candy in your hands, "I brought this for you."

His smile was innocent enough and the gesture was kind.

"Thank you." Was your tart response as you leaned over to pat the side of his face and press a kiss to his forehead before sitting down. "So have you changed your mind about what you asked for?" You inquired, taking his hand in your own as you opened your bag of candy and set it between the two of you as you linked your fingers in his own. Perhaps you shouldn't have brought up that topic of conversation here, on a movie date, but you couldn't help it - the way his big eyes looked up at you when he handed you the blanket drove you crazy. It made you want to lower yourself on him right then and there. It was just a damn shame that he had to be so persistent. The first week was easy enough but as you rounded out the second week of this no-sex stalemate . . . well, it was getting more difficult.

He openly frowned.

"Is that a no?"

"Do we have to have this conversation here? Let's just try to have a good night . . ."

You felt a bit guilty but were never the type who was keen on saying sorry.

"We'll talk about it later, then . . ." You responded dryly, clearly unhappy with the response.

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

To be honest, when Bertolt had suggested watching one of the like, seven hundred Quentin Tarentino movies produced, you were slightly surprised. He was never one for big action movies - especially loud ones; loud noises were often too intense for him. As well as that, neither of you were into mindless action movies. However, this - whatever the hell this was - was actually quite enjoyable.

Halfway through the movie, you found yourself sucked into a particularly loud action scene.

You hadn't really noticed, or particularly cared, when Bertolt had slipped his hand underneath the blanket - resting his palm on your knee. It was kind of comforting.

You hadn't really noticed when he slipped his hand from the top of your knee to the inside of your knee, either.

Or when he inched it up halfway up your thigh.

However, you had noticed when his hand was slipping up your skirt, resting on the upmost part of your thigh where the muscle met the pelvis. For a second, you wondered if he was really trying to pull moves right here, in a movie theater, underneath this blanket - but when you looked over, noticing how tense and uncomfortable he was, you figured if he was, he wasn't going to go through with it - but settled on the notion that he probably wasn't even thinking about it.

A few moments passed by before you felt the tip of his finger press against your panties. There was a moment of tense surprise as your head snapped to look at your boyfriend, your expression narrowing - almost as though you were daring him to push further. You couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or not, but by the way he looked directly at the screen - you could tell he was at the very least a bit flustered.

If that was this case, this pathetic excuse for a mutiny would be over soon.

He drug the pad of his finger around your clothed clitoris gently, teasing it. You felt your abdomen jerk and dropped your hands onto his over the blanket, trying to hold them in place.

Bertolt's thin finger continued to tease around your clit before sliding downwards, continuing to rub over the fabric of your panties before pushing them slightly to the side. His face was hot with nervousness but the adrenaline of the entire situation was rushing to his head.

He continued to train his eyes on the screen in front of him, pretending to be invested in seeing the seventh car crash of the night. While his eyes were on the screen, his finger was sliding up and down your slit, slick from how wet you were. Bertolt wondered - what expression were you making right now? Was your face twisting up in confusion and frustration? Was your mouth forming into a little O?

You pressed your thighs together, your hands now squeezing at the armrests of the chair, squirming. Your heart raced and you pressed your head back into the chair, biting down on your lip as his finger slid its way back up to your clit, gently rubbing at it. Bertolt couldn't hear anything over the sound of cars crashing into each other, but he could certainly imagine how lewd you sounded - it only made sense, considering the fact that you were simply dripping.

Without much warning, Bertolt slipped his finger into you.

Head swimming, you let out a very small moan.

Finally, he turned his head to you.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. The question seemed innocent enough, but given that he was currently one knuckle deep into your cunt, his finger sliding in and out of you and curling, thumb pressing against your clit, you couldn't help but feel irritated with the question.

"Ber-" You let your head loll over to face him, face flushed red and and mouth slightly agape, though found yourself incapable of finishing the sentence as he slipped in a second finger.

The sight of your eyes half-lidded and your tongue poking out between your lips, which were parted gently, and the overall look of pathetic helplessness you gave him was almost too much. If the two of you weren't in a packed theater, he would have rolled you underneath him, torn off your panties, and fucked you underneath your skirt then and there. But for now, he'd have to settle for sliding his fingers back and forth against the inside of your gummy walls, which were tightening against him.

"Shh." He placed a finger to your lips. "The movie is still going. Try to keep quiet." His finger muffled the small gasps and groans you were breathing out. "Here - try this" He slipped a piece of candy in your mouth. "Good, no?"

He refrained from sliding his fingers into your mouth then and there.

As his fingers rocked in and out of you, you bit down on the candy to stifle the moans and gasps. For a second, you thought you were going to choke - but managed to swallow just fine.

Bertolt looked away, once more training his eyes on the movie. Pleasure pooled at the bottom of your stomach and very gently and discreetly, you began to grind your hips into his fingers.

"That's different." He mumbled to himself.

The second time he turned to look over at you, he could see tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you struggled to discreetly grind your hips against his fingers, seeking out an orgasm, but couldn't quite find the pace your body needed without being blatantly obvious.

The only thing you could do was close your eyes and tilted your head back as Bertolt curled his fingers in you - the pace quickening.

Your heartrate grew faster and you could feel his lips press at the shell of your ear.

What was it that Eren said to add? he thought, that's right -

Breath hot on your ear, he rasped out a simple question.

"Tell me, do you deserve it?" Truthfully, he felt awkward saying it - as though the words didn't quite come out of his mouth. You must have disagreed though, because the only thing you could mutter out in response was -

"Y-Yes"

You were starting to reach the edge of your orgasm, your head pressed against his own, back arching gently, as he pressed his face into your neck. Legs shaking, you sucked in a deep breath and -

His fingers slipped out of you and he took a moment to wipe them off on the insides of the blanket before linking his fingers in your own, leaving you a rattled, shaking, frustrated mess - completely unraveled before him as you tried to catch your breath.

"I don't think you do. We'll talk about it later."

[arlerts-ocean]

🌊🐚 legacy 🐚🌊

after everything ended, after he had restored peace, armin finally sat down and started thinking about his future.

he hadn’t really thought about it until now. he thought that even if he’d made it as far as he could, he wouldn’t even make it to thirty. it was fruitless to plan ahead if he couldn’t even see past another decade.

but he’d done it, had united eldians with the rest of the world, no matter how much it’d cost him, and as he sat down for drinks with reiner a few years later, it was reiner who popped the question:

“you ever think about having kids?”

armin hadn’t. it was the last thing he wanted to do, really; there was no joy in bringing life into such a cruel world… until, he realized, now.

he looked over at reiner. “maybe,” he said, swirling his drink around in his hand. “you?”

and reiner nodded, went on about how all he ever wanted was normality, how he was far too broken to be a parent but that he needed to know that the next generation would be okay. he needed living proof of it.

armin smiled lightly at his explanation. “ever thought about what you’d name it?” reiner’s face went blank. “if you did have one, i mean.”

reiner narrowed his eyes at the floor, taking a little sip of his drink. “marcel,” he said flatly. didn’t go on, didn’t elaborate. but armin knew why. reiner had shared a while ago what that day had done to him, how it had affected him.

but before the silence could grow too deafening, reiner chortled. “what would you name yours? eren?”

armin found himself frowning. jean had made the same joke years ago, that armin was so obsessed with his best friend that he’d do anything for his memory to live on. he hated the thought of it, thought eren would’ve despised the idea of his memory being tied to someone else.

so to reiner’s surprise, armin shook his head. “no,” he said, his grip tightening around his mug. “i… i’d name him bertolt, actually.”

reiner nearly choked on his alcohol.

“sorry,” armin said quickly. “i know he…”

“no, it’s okay,” reiner assured.

it fell silent again, the quiet growing more and more uncomfortable until armin spoke again. “i still feel responsible, you know.”

reiner’s jaw clenched. “it wasn’t your fault, armin.”

“maybe not, but… it still feels like it sometimes.”

reiner sighed. “if you don’t mind me asking… why? if we all betrayed you like we did… why?”

and armin shrugged. “he was a good guy. and he lost his life for a cause that his heart was never dedicated to.” reiner’s eyes fell back to the floor. “i learned a lot from his memories. he taught me a lot. and i would see him on the other side every once in a while, and he believed in me. no matter how badly i had hurt him… he believed that i was a worthy successor. he trusted me to make good on the monster he always thought himself to be.”

“…armin…”

“i want his legacy to live on. i want him to look down from wherever he is right now and i want him to see for himself that the blood of the colossal is not the curse he always thought it was, that… that i always thought it was, too.”

reiner nodded, took a deep breath. it wasn’t the answer he was expecting, but it was noble. loyal. forgiving. such an armin type of answer. “he would’ve been glad to know someone thought of him that way.”

“i know.”

and reiner chuckled. “‘course you know, arlert.” and the boy smiled, rolled his eyes as he brought his mug to his lips. “just don’t tell annie. she’d probably knock you out just for thinking about it.”

“w-what?” armin said in a panic, nearly spilling his drink.

“i’m just saying,” reiner said, leaning back in his chair and sending armin a wink. “you might want to come up with a backup plan, just in case.”

“t-that’s not—”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” reiner said with a grin. “trust me, i know.”

[allovertheplace-writing]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Hi everyone! Welcome to my Attack on Titan masterlist.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

➢ Masterlist!

》 Multiple

》 Eren Yeager

》 Armin Arlert

》 Annie Leonhart

》 Reiner Braun

Drabble - Telling Him What He Needs to Hear (Hurt/Comfort + Fluff)

》 Bertolt Hoover

》 Sasha Blouse

》 Jean Kristein

Drabble - Warming his s/o (Fluff)

》 Erwin Smith

Drabble - Of the Things I Love (Angst)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

♧ Thank You for Reading ♧

♡ Send in an Ask if You Want ♡

☆ Do Not Copy, Repost, Edit, or Translate my Work ☆

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

[a-skyfull-of-starz]

Lost time

Can confirm that this post is spoiler free yay!!  As much as I’d like to say that this is hashtag confirmed Reibert, my headcanon is unfortunately that Reibert was largely unrequited/never acted upon, so instead we have the angsty idea of Reiner mourning the man he never got to tell how much he loved.  Anyway, that is not this story.  This story is something completely different (wow great preface Charlie you’re the real MVP).

.....

Reiner had first started losing time in the refugee camp, the day that they had found the man hanging from the tree.  There were a few hours that were permanently missing from his memory, but according to Annie and Bertolt, when the Military Police came around to register the refugees, he had lied so convincingly that no one doubted that they did not belong in the refugee camp.  Reiner was too scared to admit to his companions that he could not remember what he had said, that he relied on Annie and Bertolt to retell the story whenever they were asked about their origins.

He started losing time with more regularity when they were cadets.  Sometimes, he would go to bed and not know what he had done that day.  Sometimes, he would wake and several days had gone past.  He didn’t understand what was wrong with him, knew of no one he could turn to about this, and so he carried the weight of his terror that he was losing his mind deep in his chest, only allowing it out at night when he was sure everyone was asleep. Through all of this, he prayed that no one would notice this change in him.  He was sure he was doing a good job of keeping it all hidden until one day, when he and Bertolt were on cooking duty together, Bertolt asked why he had forgotten their mission.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Reiner said irritably.  “This deception is necessary.  I thought you agreed with me.”

“I’m not talking about our time in training here,” Bertolt replied.  “Yesterday when I was talking to you about a possible lead, you had no idea what I was talking about.  This is not the first time it has happened.”

Reiner felt his skin go cold.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he managed.

Bertolt bit his lip and seemed to come to a decision. “I think you do,” he said.  “I know it’s worrying you.  You aren’t sleeping much anymore and you’re often confused.  And you’re acting different.  When you’re forgetting, it’s like I’m talking to someone else entirely.  It’s like you’re...” his voice trailed off.  

Reiner could feel his breathing getting shallow, his heart loud in his ears.  “Talk to me,” Bertolt said earnestly.  “I want to help, but I can’t if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Reiner tried to take a breath, but he couldn’t.  It felt as though he was choking, his lungs were refusing to cooperate with the orders that his brain were screaming at them.  He looked up at his friend in panic.  Bertolt took his arm and steered him to an oil drum and sat him down.  He rubbed Reiner’s back gently until his breathing slowed down again.

“Thanks,” Reiner mumbled, wiping his eyes.

“No problem,” Bertolt said.  He hesitated.  “I know that Annie and I were hard on you, but I don’t blame you for what happened to Marcel.  It could have been any one of us.  I doubt I would have even stopped running if I were in your position.”  He paused, his eyes searching Reiner’s face.  “The point is, you can count on me, Reiner.  I know we weren’t really friends at home, but over here you can think of me as one.”

Warmth flooded Reiner’s chest as he stared in the younger boy’s green eyes.  “I’ve been forgetting things,” he said at last in a low voice. “Sometimes I forget entire days. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I…you say you can tell when it happens?” Bertolt nodded.  “What am I like?” Reiner asked.  “Do I…I don’t speak about home, do I?”

“Do you think I’d be this calm if you were?” Bertolt asked.  “No. it’s like…you believe that story you told the Military Police when they came asking us where we came from.  Like you really think that happened, and that we come from here and joined up to become soldiers.”

Reiner felt a laugh bubbling up in his chest, even though the situation wasn’t remotely funny.  “Bertolt,” he said when he was sure that he wasn’t going to laugh.  Or scream.  Or both.  “I don’t remember the story that I told the Military Police.”

“Oh,” Bertolt said, sounding surprised. “This…you’ve been like this for that long?”

“Yes,” Reiner answered.

“Shit.”  

Reiner ground his face in his hands.  “Look, it’s not that bad,” Bertolt said at last.

“It’s not?” Reiner asked.  “Could have fooled me.”

“I know what our mission is and I’ve known you long enough to know who you really are,” Bertolt said.  Reiner looked up.    The younger boy looked surprisingly calm.  “I’ll just remind you,” he continued.

“You will?”

“Yes,” Bertolt said.  He smiled gently, his eyes lighting up.  “I’ll keep reminding you until you remember.”

Reiner felt the knot that he had been carrying in his chest for as long as he could remember loosen ever so slightly. “Thanks,” he said.

“Any time,” Bertolt said.  He clapped Reiner on the shoulder.  “Come on,” he said.  “The soup isn’t going to cook itself.”

.....

I’m part of the Bertolt Hoover deserved better and you can’t tell me otherwise squad.  Hope everyone is doing well and coping with all their respective quarantines.  

[cyancherub]

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙄𝘿𝙀

THIRSTY? MAKE IT NASTY WITH TWO OR MORE CHARACTERS FROM DIFFERENT FANDOMS.

want to fuck bakugou and eren at the same time? get railed by two white-haired sensei at once? what about an orgy with all of your favorite himbos from different universes?

RULES + GUIDELINES

all characters depicted must be 18+

you must be 18+ with an age in your bio. 

if you are a minor, click off this post.

no word min/max - drabbles, hcs, full fics, etc. welcome

repeats of taken threesomes/orgies are permitted (interpretations of dynamics are bound to be different!!)

to join, send me an ask or reply to this post

there is no deadline; entries can be submitted at any time.

MASTERLIST + SUGGESTIONS BELOW

I. ENTRIES

THREESOMES

@/cupcake-rogue | amajiki tamaki + suoh tamaki

the demons inside (2.5k)

@/semisgroupie | bokuto kotaro + todo aoi

full body workout (2.7k)

@/weebaboobs // kirikami x reader x rinharu (free!)

creme de la creme (series)

@/tteokdoroki // kirishima x reader x itto

@/katonshoko // bakugou x reader x baji

@/ingeniumswhore // bakugou x reader x sukuna

@/ingeniumswhore // rin (free!) x reader x kiri

@/crikeygatormate // bakugou x reader x porco

@/simpforsadbois // bakugou x reader x levi

@/lilithbasically // bakugou x reader x eren

@/elaineplayz // bakugou x reader x tsukki

@/mirxkeul // bakugou x reader x suga

@/anubai // suna x reader x eren

@/anubai // draken x reader x iwaizumi

@/hisgoodpuppy // draken x reader x shinsou

@/fuyuluvs // baji x reader x shinsou

@/milksuno // draken x reader x geto

@/milksuno // baji x reader x sukuna

@/steponmiya // aomine x reader x ushijima

@/aka-yuki-no-hana // yuuji x reader x baji

@/aka-yuki-no-hana // sukuna x reader x grimmjow

@/anadandere // yuuji x reader x kiri

@/cyancherub // yuuji x reader x kiri

@/crybbyinc // enji x reader x toji

@/cursex // toji x reader x aizawa

@/arean // nanami x reader x jean

@/alicesfracturedmirror // kiri x reader x iwaizumi

@/nekomamiiz // kiri x reader x geto

@/dilftoru // kuroo x reader x dazai

@/dilftoru // chuuya x reader x oikawa

@/magicboytrash // izuku x reader x hinata

@/cherrykamado // izuku x reader x tanjirou

@/cherrykamado // demon! tanjirou x demon!yuuichiro hyakuya

@/awilddreamerwrites // izuku x reader x rengoku

@/kisseswithkai // izuku x reader x yamaguchi

@/quirk-incarnate // levi x reader x roy mustang

@/nocturnalazura // shinsou x reader x tendou

@/aizawa-horny-brigade // aizawa x reader x nanami

@/nasti-bnha // uzui x reader x iida

@/touyas-peach // denki x reader x nishinoya

@/nanikoreeeh // shiggy x reader x mahito

@/kitsu-writes // tamaki x reader x yamaguchi

@/junpeixe // zenitsu x reader x denki

@/shdwgarden // suna x reader x aki

@/witchybnha-noya // megumi x reader x kageyama

@/strawbxrryneptune // shouto x reader x kageyama

@/mitsery // sanzu x reader x touya

@/ambrodias​ // oikawa x reader x gojo

ORGIES

@/nekomamiiz // kuroo, gojo, and guren x reader

@/hornime // himbo orgy (kiri, itadori, and bokuto x reader)

@/cyancherub // sensei smash (kakashi, gojo, aizawa, and ukai x reader)

@/zerotwoswaifuu // powerhouse orgy (bakugou, eren, sukuna, and oikawa x reader)

@/bokutospupp // kiribaku x reader x bokuroo

@/katsukisdynamite // itafushi x reader x sero

@/sluttybunny-lounge​ // kiribaku x reader x reiner & bertolt

II. SUGGESTIONS/OPTIONS/IDEAS

(feel free to think up your own !!! repeats of taken entries are fine too since interpretations are bound to be different)

THREESOMES

bakugou x reader x kunigami, kiri x reader x porco, kageyama x reader x armin, yuuji x reader x kagami, yuuji x reader x izuku, kagami x reader x ushijima, toji x reader x uzui, toji x reader x madara, suna x reader x geto, gojo x reader x oikawa, tanaka x reader x connie, guren x reader x gojo, jean x reader x atsumu, miruko x reader x maki, nanami x reader x ukai, ushijima x reader x reiner, megumi x reader x giyuu, tamaki x reader x tanjirou, aki x reader x kageyama, tsukki x reader x sero, todo x reader x inasa, todo x reader x natsuo, aizawa x reader x kakashi, oikawa x reader x monoma, itachi x reader x draken, itachi x reader x megumi, itachi x reader x aki, reigen x reader x kakashi (LOL), jiraiya x reader x GILF! bokuto (THIS IS A JOKE)

ORGIES

kiribaku x reader x kagehina, bakudeku x reader x kagehina, itafushi x reader x tododeku, nobamaki x f!reader x momojirou, satosugu x reader x kakashi + yamato, himbo orgy plus (kiri, yuuji, bokuto, rengoku, reiner, kagami, etc x reader), goofball orgy (denki, zenitsu, tanaka, connie, etc x reader)

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, August 13

Willow: Well, there's Scoobyage afoot. Giles called a meeting about our spankin' new menace. Tara: Oh ... y-you should go, they don't need me for that. You can fill me in. Willow: No, no, you have to come. This demon chick is supposed to be really powerful, and I was thinking. Maybe we could try that, that spell, you know, the one to find demons? Tara: That didn't work. Willow: Yeah ... but we only tried it once, and I-I think I got some ingredients wrong. Tara: Well, I-I'm tired. Maybe we can do it tomorrow? Willow: You sure you don't wanna- Tara: Look, my family's here, okay, I can't just- (pauses) Not everything is about your friends and stuff. Willow: Sorry. Tara: No! No, I mean... There's just so much ... going on. It's just ... I'm, I'm really tired. Willow: (nods) Okay. Tara: I'll see you in the morning. You can fill me in. Willow: Great. We'll be demon hunters.

~~Buffy Season 5 Episode #84: "Family"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Danger in All Forms (Buffy, T, Harry Potter xover) by mmooch

Sugar and Spice (Faith/Wesley/Cordelia/Fred, T) by Kittenwritings

Task Mistress (CUT SCENES) (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

Shadows Of The Spotlight (Ensemble, E) by BlueZeroZeroOne

[Chaptered Fiction]

Don't Swerve Ch. 1-2/10 (Buffy/Faith, E) by thisyearsgrrl

Situation Normal - All Faithed Up Ch. 3 (Buffy/Faith, M) by QuillBard

Cheese Board Ch. 1/2 (Buffy/Riley, E) by TheClowniestLivInExistence

The Right Swipe Ch. 4 (Buffy/Giles, E) by DancingAngel0013

Home Movies Ch 25/25 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Spike, E) by cawthraven

Midnight At The Lost & Found Ch. 2/10 (Buffy/Giles, T) by The_Crazy_Knight

Don't Swerve Ch. 2/10 (Buffy/Faith, E) by thisyearsgrrl

In the Company of Witches and Slayers Ch. 131/200 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

Casts Shadows CH. 1-17/17 (COMPLETE) (Ensemble, M, Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Summoner Xover) by arcanedreamer

Along Came Two, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, T) by LilithSwan

East of Nevada, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Blissymbolics

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 121 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

Task Mistress, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

I Do!, Chapter 36 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dusty

A Business Arrangement , Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Desicat

The Dark Fusion Ch. 13 (Xander, DCU xover) by LoneFrog

It’s a Secret Ch. 1/? (Xander, T, Harry Potter xover) by MsSunshine

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Buffy () by stateofdreaminn

Artwork:Spike () by bertolts

Artwork:Buffy () by tiaragloryart

[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: Never Leave Me S7 E9 by Buffy and the Art of Story

PODCAST: Episode 37 - Taquitos, Kissing Toast, and Khaki Trousers (Faith, Hope, and Trick) by The Sunnydale Diaries

PODCAST: ATS 221 - Through The Looking Glass by Another Buffy Podcast

PODCAST: Episode 125: Gone by Mythtaken

[Community Announcements]

Tuesday: 100 Words on AUs by comment_fic

[Fandom Discussions]

Never Kill a Boy on the First Date Fashion Part Three by theoverlookedoneedits1997

Drusilla says “I see such pretty fire” by ceoazula

i love cordelia chase so so much by comradesummers

Obsessed w Joyce Summers’ wilful ignorance. by duckwnoeyes

The Pack Fashion Part One by theoverlookedoneedits1997

faith literally is into older women as we see with lilah morgan. by lesbianmarrow

actually, if you have any fun thoughts on Anyanka by darkwing-katy

Willow Rosenberg is the type of girl to mock Orpheus for turning around. by duckwnoeyes

I know we’ve discussed the Buffy/Faith dreams as like a shared space by 5bi5

David Boreanaz Talks The Buffyverse.And Importance To His Career by BAF

Xander’s Best Moment by theoriginalbabayaga

Her accent was a crime against the people of the Caribbean by nowlan101

Buffy Season 1 appreciation thread by jdpm1991

My new hill to die on by Calm_Cicada_8805

If Anya had a hen party/bachelorette party. What would happen by M_Partlett

In Surprise, why did Angel jump into the water after Buffy? Wrong answers only by ginime_

Rewatch Thoughts: Riley by Main-Kale-8383

I fell in love with her during this scene. (in a nice way) by sKullsHavezzz

What is one thing you think Buffy the Vampire Slayer did better than Angel? by SafiraAshai

Buffy and the Olympics by Snugglepuffs33

OMG James Is Amazing!! by StrawberryBlondiexox

Buffy’s most profound lines? by lokeyvigilante

Halloween episode season 2 by JewelerDear9233

Becoming part 2 - season 2 by Anonymous

does anyone know how the gift was filmed? by brian5mbv

Cordelia and Connor by Worth_Wallaby5387

Sanshu confusion by bankruptbusybee

Buffy + Angel by Electrical-Host-8526

Most Hated Buffy Character by Think_Web_1353

The Anointed One by nym5

I guess I’ve always been slow on the uptake. by spectacularfreak

And the most adorable BTVS moment award goes to… by No-Grapefruit8778

Team Spuffy or Team Bangel by gamerrat_13

I wish I had even a 10th of the audacity in real life that Cordelia has in every scene by nowlan101

Which revoke invitation spell was more humbling? by InfiniteMehdiLove

The body by Medical-Delivery-439

Veruca by bitchhhcrafttt

What would Buffy from the show think of Pike from the movie if they met? by jdpm1991

S5 E12 by Main-Kale-8383

Season 4 by rickytractor

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

PUBLICATION: David Boreanaz Would Be Open to Returning to the World of Buffy and Angel by CBR

PUBLICATION: 10 Buffy the Vampire Slayer Moments That Hit Different in 2024 by MovieWeb

Submit a link to be included in the newsletter!

Join the editor team :)