#bertolt fubar

[stormychameleon]

I'll never shut up about how cute Bertholdt is

underrated king like wtf

[l8niteth0ts]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓: 𝐟𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

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Here are my headcanons for Bertholdt in a modern au!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,143

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Written with a fem! reader in mind! Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work!

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bertholdt is soft-spoken but deeply attentive after sex. He’ll carefully clean you both up, pull you into his arms, and wrap the blankets around your bodies so you're both warm. He’s the type to keep rubbing small circles into your back while you fall asleep, whispering gentle reassurances into your hair. Even if he topped, he often ends up quietly clinging to you—his way of grounding himself.

“Was that okay for you? I didn’t push too far, right?” “You’re so good to me. I don’t want this feeling to end.” “Let me hold you... just a little longer.��

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yours: It’s your thighs. Whether you’re on top or lying beside him, he always finds an excuse to touch or squeeze them. He’ll get a little dazed when you're in shorts, or if you straddle him while still fully clothed. Him: He’s surprisingly shy about admitting it, but he likes when you pay attention to his neck and ears. A little breath there? A soft kiss? It sends chills down his spine and immediately makes him pliant.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s quiet but intense when he finishes—body trembling slightly, jaw slack, hands gripping at your hips or waist like he’s afraid to let go. He likes it messy, even if he won’t say it out loud: cumming on your stomach, or deep inside with a soft groan and a stuttered breath. If you make him hold off for too long, he might whimper when he finally gets to release.

“I-I can’t—please let me... please…” “Fuck—feels so good, I can’t think straight.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s had dreams about you pinning him down. In his fantasies, you take control—slow, deliberate, relentless. He pretends he doesn’t like the idea of being overstimulated or teased, but he’s thought about you tying his wrists more times than he can count. He’s too shy to bring it up himself, but if you ever push the dynamic, you’ll see how fast he melts into it.

“W-Wait, what are you…?” “You’re not gonna stop, are you?” (His eyes say don’t.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bertholdt hasn’t had a lot of partners, but he’s deeply intuitive. He learns fast—especially when it comes to your body. He pays attention to your sounds, your reactions, what makes you gasp or arch or whine. He doesn’t chase after meaningless hookups, so when he’s with someone, he’s all in—eager to please, careful to impress, and quietly proud when he makes you fall apart.

“Did… did that feel good? Can I try that again?”

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves anything that lets him see your face—like missionary, with his forehead resting against yours, or cowgirl when you're riding him and he can hold your hips and look up at you with that slightly overwhelmed expression. He also has a secret weakness for being on his back while you ride him slowly, teasingly. Watching you take your time, feeling your hands on his chest—it makes him feel wanted in a way that turns him to putty.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not necessarily goofy, but he does have the occasional awkward moment—especially early on. He might knock over a bottle of lube or try to be smooth and then immediately apologize. But it’s endearing. His nervous chuckles and quiet "sorry"s don’t kill the mood—they make it more intimate. And once he gets into it? His focus sharpens. He loses himself in you, all traces of shyness melting into something deep and reverent.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it neatly trimmed—both because of hygiene and a mild insecurity about mess. He doesn’t like to be too groomed, though. There’s a light dusting on his lower abdomen and chest, and a trail leading down that you love to trace with your tongue. He’s quiet about it, but he loves when you run your fingers through his hair during sex, especially if you tug a little. It makes him groan—deep and unfiltered.

“Ah—do that again… please…”

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Bertholdt is incredibly emotionally present during sex. His hands are always on you—stroking your cheek, gripping your waist, or cradling the back of your head. He wants you to feel how much he cares, even when he’s quiet. He kisses you like you’re the only person in the world, and when he whispers your name, it’s with such adoration it could break your heart. Even the rougher moments have a tenderness to them.

"You're beautiful. You're so—God, I just want to stay like this... with you."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not too often—he tends to hold off unless he’s really worked up. When he does, it's always with you on his mind. He’s the type to lay in bed after a long day, hand over his mouth to muffle soft moans while picturing your lips, your hands, your voice. He gets especially turned on remembering little things—like the way you touched him that morning, or a fleeting kiss on the neck. If you catch him? He gets flustered, but doesn’t stop if you don’t make him.

"Shit—wait, I… I didn’t think you’d come in—ah—" "Y-You don’t have to leave, though..."

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, 100%. He melts under your approval—tell him he’s doing a good job, that he’s making you feel amazing, and he’ll get desperate fast. He’s also into light dom/sub dynamics—he likes being guided or told what to do, but can also flip the switch when he’s feeling bold. Mutual masturbation, overstimulation, soft bondage (especially being tied up), and blindfolds all appeal to him. There’s also a hint of a size kink—he loves how much space he takes up next to you, even when he feels small emotionally.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers somewhere private and safe—like the bedroom or a cozy hotel room. Somewhere he can let his guard down. But if you coax him, he'll agree to a few risky spots: the backseat of a car during a storm, a hidden corner of a quiet library, or a bathroom at a house party where no one’s paying attention. The thrill of getting caught does turn him on, but he needs a little encouragement.

"Here? Right now? What if someone hears us—ah—fuck, okay, okay…"

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What gets Bertholdt going most is the emotional connection. Soft touches, long eye contact, sitting close while your knees graze under the table—he’s ridiculously easy to fluster if you’re subtle about it. He also loves when you take the lead—slipping into his lap, whispering something dirty in his ear, brushing your fingers down his chest while he’s mid-sentence. Anything that makes him feel desired will have his breath hitching.

"You really want me that bad…? I-I didn’t think I was..." "You’re serious? Okay. Yeah. I want you too."

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bertholdt won’t do anything involving humiliation, degradation, or intentional pain. He’s too emotionally attuned to get off on hurting someone else—or being hurt himself. He’s also not big on public scenes (like full exhibitionism), and anything non-consensual is a hard no. He needs comfort, softness, and trust, even when things get intense.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both, but giving is something he genuinely takes pride in. He’s shy about it at first, but once he gets comfortable, he’s focused and dedicated. Slow licks, long eye contact, teasing kisses just to hear you beg—he treats it like a privilege. Receiving? He’s embarrassed at how much he enjoys it. His thighs shake. He whimpers. He’ll try to cover his mouth, but he’s completely undone by it.

"Wait—mmh—ah, fuck—please, I-I’m gonna—"

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, he leans slow and sensual. He likes to savor—wants you to feel every roll of his hips, every breath on your neck. But if he’s desperate or worked up (especially if you’re teasing him), he can snap. Rough thrusts, firm hands pinning you down, low moans in your ear—it’s rare, but when it happens, it’s intense. He always checks in afterward, too.

"I didn’t mean to get so worked up. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" "I just… I couldn’t help it. You drive me crazy."

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies make him nervous if they’re too risky, but if you catch him somewhere semi-private—like in the backseat of the car during a late night drive, or the bathroom at a party—he’s easily convinced. He gets flustered, wide-eyed, and tries to stay quiet, but the adrenaline gets to him. His hands shake, he stumbles over your name, but he lives for the thrill of you pulling him somewhere and making him fall apart in just a few minutes.

"H-here? Are you serious?" "...Okay. Just—lock the door. Please."

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bertholdt is cautious, but there’s a quiet thrill in doing something a little risky. Public sex is rare but not off the table—if it’s discreet. He’d die if someone caught him, but there’s something about your hands down his pants during a movie, or straddling him while the car fogs up in a dark parking lot, that gets his blood pumping. He doesn’t seek risk, but he’s weak for it if you initiate.

"God, you’re gonna get us caught—mmph—no, don’t stop…"

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bertholdt’s stamina is better than you’d think. He’s not a fast burner—he takes his time, but he lasts. He’s the type to keep going until you’re worn out, even if he’s trembling by the end. He’ll need a breather between rounds, but after some water and a few lazy kisses, he’s good for another go. He gets addicted to the way you sound, the way you pull at him. And once he’s in that headspace? He’s insatiable.

"You sure you’re okay? You still want me? Yeah? Then… fuck, c’mere…"

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t used to, but once he got more comfortable with you, the two of you picked some out together. He’s bashful about it, but curious—and surprisingly good with his hands. Vibrators, plugs, soft restraints—he loves watching you come undone, and if you turn the tables on him? That shy, overwhelmed look he gets when you’re in control is everything. He secretly fantasizes about you teasing him until he’s begging for release.

"W-we’re really gonna try that? Alright. Just… be gentle with me, okay?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a huge tease in the traditional sense—he’s more of a reluctant one. Like, he’ll say something sweet and sexy without realizing how turned on it makes you, and then get all red-faced when he catches on. But if he’s in the mood to tease you, it’s quiet and calculated—long, drawn-out touches, kisses that barely linger, eyes that flick toward your mouth with heat. He lives to see you squirm. Just don’t tease him back too hard—he melts fast.

"Is that too much? Hah… I just like watching you get like this…" "Look at you. So needy already. You want me that bad, huh?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bertholdt is deliciously vocal when he lets go. At first, he tries to hold back—gritting his teeth, swallowing down the moans—but once he’s lost in it, it’s over. He’s breathy, whiny, soft-spoken but needy. He says your name like a prayer and whimpers when he’s close. If you make him beg? Expect shaky, desperate little pleads you’ll never forget.

"Fuck… please—please don’t stop… I-I need you." "You sound so good. You always sound so good, baby."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a secret folder in his notes app filled with fantasies. Some are soft—like you riding him slow in the morning sun, or laying in a hotel room bathtub together. Others? Much filthier. Like you tying him down and edging him for hours. He’s too shy to say any of them out loud, but if you ever catch a glimpse and ask him about it? His face goes bright red… but he’ll nod, slowly, and let you take control.

"You—You saw that? I didn’t think you’d ever…" "...You really wanna try it? …Okay. Just… be nice."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Tall and built like a swimmer. Toned arms, lean legs, a strong chest you want to cling to. His cock matches—8 to 8.5 long, a little thick, and curved just enough to hit deep when he gets going. It’s almost intimidating when he first drops his pants, but the way he blushes and covers his face with one arm somehow makes it even hotter.

"Shit… don’t stare at it like that…" "Is… is it really that big? I-I can go slow, promise."

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So much. He craves you constantly—touch, attention, praise. He’ll never say it outright, but the way he reaches for your hand when you pass, or curls into your chest after sex, speaks volumes. And if you’re gone for a while? Expect needy texts. He’ll spiral a little in his own head, missing your touch, your voice, your warmth.

"You coming over tonight? …No reason. Just… wanted to see you." "Been thinking about you all day. Can’t stop."

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bertholdt sleeps so well after sex, and fairly quickly, too. His brain finally quiets, his body softens, and he’s out like a light—usually curled around you, his hand resting on your stomach or tucked between your thighs. He’s a cuddler, without question. If you whisper to him while he’s drifting off, he’ll mumble something back, half-asleep and soft, like:

"Mmm… still here? Good… Love you…"

ⓒ 𝐋𝟖𝐍𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐓𝐡𝟎𝐭𝐬 -- 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐅 𝐒��𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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[srebrnastal]

Bert hate blog is immune to this little abuser's manipulations.

I am not 😔

original under cut

[grimmcheems]

Yall this took forever to finish. So glad I actually decided to continue it instead of abandoning it in my drafts🎀🗿 I love this brush so much and have been using it for a while now, I might make more arts like this occasionally bc they take forever.

Other than that, pray for me yall🙏🏽or help me manifest bc things have not been going well for me for a while. I just have not had any luck this past yr. Anyways I love berumin and the handful of us berumin truthers out here (🤭you know who you are🗣️)

😭 berumin yapping below⬇️🗣️‼️⚠️

I think this is my first actual Berumin art, wherein it’s obvious💀 all of the other ones I’ve made of these two are so all over the place and parts of aus I made, but this one is just something I did for fun a yr ago and left the sketch alone(it was so close to being abandoned fr) until I got back to it two weeks ago and decided to pull through. At first I was just gonna do a simple lineart and got carried away and then had to go all out to make everything match and make sense. It rly was a process doing the limbs and having to change a lot of the posing.

Idk what it was but I added those nails to armin on one hand and had to do it for ALL of them, it just rly played into the demon aspect so well I couldn’t resist. This originally didn’t have all the smaller details and I rly just made a lot of it along the way.

I rly liked thinking of this dynamic where Bert is more gentle/pure? And Armin is more deceptive and controlling? Idrk how to describe how I imagined it in my mind when I first made this but that’s the gist of it. Armin at first had a curious expression than the sly one he has here in the old sketches, and there was even a very rough sketch version where he’s an angel instead but I didn’t find it that appealing as a concept and I remember that sketch being so frustrating to get the wings right and I think that’s why I dropped this drawing at first.

Anyways 🗣️🗣️I LOVE BERT and MIN🗣️🗣️🎀🐢🐚

I actually like how ambiguous I left the context of this because there rly is a lot of possibilities this could go story-wise. Like, does Armin appear to Bertolt physically and everyone can see him but he’s only befriending Bert for demonic(?) purposes or is Armin manifested by Bertolt subconsciously. Is Armin a representation of Bert’s corruption? Who knows? I honestly couldn’t tell you but that’s probably why I was happy to make this more detailed than my usual stuff.

Other than that I do like the idea that perhaps Armin was a fallen angel that was casted out and became a demon? Something like that. Maybe Bert became a man of the cloth as a result of shame and guilt over something he did and that mirrors Armin’s fall from grace in how they both have to mask who they used to be???? Maybe none of this is real and this is Bert’s divine punishment in purgatory? What if there was a universe in which Bert wronged Armin in someway and Bert’s psyche takes a hit because of it?

It’s possible this isn’t even Armin but who knows?

Yall maybe I’m cooking with this actually.🤭👀👩🏽‍🦯🗿

What do you perceive this as and what is your take from just this alone? I kinda wanna know how everyone else would interpret them in this👁️👁️😳🥺🙏🏽🎀

Should I do another version of this but with concepts around demonology or something? Idk.

Btw I plan on finishing another berumin drawing I started last yr ,but based on a rly good berumin fic I read, I just haven’t gotten back to it.

[irenesexe]

bertolt

[sof1eee]

I know it's not just me who thinks Bertholdt is definitely more stronger than Reiner 🤷🏻‍♂️

I feel like he's so much more stronger than Reiner, both mentally and physically, I MEAN COME ON HE'S LITERALLY 6'4 💔, i feel like he just mostly held back alot during training to not attract that much attention on him and also, he's like very shy.

Even Keith Shadis said he has potential but he just lack the aggression and the initiave to make a decision by himself. I truly believe if he wasn't as timid as he was, he would've took the number two spot in the cadet corps 🙏🏻, also he literally was trusted to hold the power of the colossal titan? So i think that speaks for itself 🙂‍↕️

We saw a glimpse of how strong he was in the RTS Arc, where he was left to make all the decision by himself, AND WE CAN SEE HOW STRONG AND SKILLED HE TRULY WAS. He literally DODGED Mikasa's surprise attack from behind AND HE MANAGED TO KICK HER TOO!!! Like he was strong enough to dodge and hurt an ACKERMAN, and he only injured his ear in the process. Even Mikasa was shocked with Bertholdt's strength because she has actually never seen him in his full potential.

I MISS YOU MY GLORIOUSLY KING BERTHOLDT, PLEASE COME BACK HOME 💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞���🙁🙁🙁☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[justanotheryapper]

Bertolt's sleeping habit: (an analysis?)

I've been wanting to talk about this since forever since Bert is one of my faves and I feel like no one has really ever paid much attention to this detail (as far as I can tell).

I used to also find this bit of trivia about Bert funny but odd since it was used as a gag throughout the first seasons of the show and in junior high but it wasn't until I thought about it more that I realized that Bert's weird sleeping habit may be a direct cause from being a warrior.

It's interesting and a bit heartbreaking to think about how this may have stemmed from his time and treatment as a child soldier. The stress his body must carry to not even be able to sleep comfortably and from being one of the most lethal titans was probably no joke.

Whether it comes from his body being on auto pilot and his times as a solider being muscle memory or the fear that he can't allow himself to be peaceful in his sleep from being the colossal isn't clear but both are equal contenders.

I figured this may be his body's subconscious way of keeping him from fully dropping his gaurd and maybe even mistreatment or training as a soldier on Marley before I tried researching if this might actually be a thing that happens with war vets, which unsurprisingly is.

I feel like people in general just like to dogpile on Bert for no reason other than to compeltely discredit his character and hate him just cause. For some reason, people just can not wrap their heads around Bertolt and his character and will completely forget about him when other characters have done things that are just as bad.

Using this aspect of him as a running gag downplays the experiences he's had, whether it being a gag by the cadets or showrunners was intentional or not, and makes it that much easier for people to write him off easily. Though I do acknowledge that this had to have been intentional by Isayama, just overlooked by most and not delved into deeper.

Despite Bert physically and mentally showcasing his dilemma throughout the series, people just don't acknowledge these parts of him. I feel that this minor detail is one of those things that goes unnoticed because of that.

Despite all the terrible things Bert has done I think that not being able to sleep in a normal manner should be enough to show that he wasn't always like this, and certainly not of his own volition.

It's also interesting how Reiner would at times join in on poking fun at Bert for this, waking up in the morning and the cadets forming around him to gawk at. I think it really does a good job at showing how much of a hypocrite Reiner was in those earlier days as well. Bert was practically being made a show of and he doesn't even defend him, but when he gets called out on his personality shift, Bert is there to cover for him.

Like sheesh. You'd think the guy that made you do all this would at least ask if you're doing ok or give you a heads up or SOMETHING?!?!?!🤨

But anyways that's all I had to say on his lil sleeping habits😔

[bertolthooverloveblogx12]

Dear AOT artists, keep drawing Bertholdt with dark skin! Don't pay attention to the nonsense comments saying that you can't draw him like that. They just want to be stupid racists.

Your brown skinned Bertholdt is valid!

Your Bertholdt with Middle Eastern ancestry is valid!

Your Bertholdt with South Asian ancestry is valid!

Besides him looking very beautiful with dark skin (and in my opinion, much more beautiful than the version of the anime), it adds much more to his character. Please, never listen to these haters and continue doing that amazing work!

[h0-0d]

WARNINGS: Guilt, Sad

Nothing on this island means a thing.

I doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt just as bad as it did back in Marley.

Bertholdt won't allow himself to think about the guilt that is slowly rotting his insides.

[alexryudragon]

Sweet bertolt and brave wolfwood

Brave wolfwood say wow! Soulskull very good for make snowman ☃️

Sweet bertolt say yeah I make snowman and sunglasses was like you

[stormychameleon]

[l8niteth0ts]

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: He doesn't talk much. But when you tell him how much you love hearing dirty things in the dark, Bertholdt starts to learn—fast. And once he gets going, he doesn’t stop.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈): Dirty talk, vaginal sex, uhhhhh I think that's it lowkey lol

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work!

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

“𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤.”

Bertholdt was a quiet guy, sure, but you knew he had more on his mind than he often spoke. And one thing was for sure, nothing turned you on more than some good ol’ dirty talk. You're in your shared room, lights are low, music is quietly playing in the background. You’ve been teasing him all night, trying to coax some filth out of him, but he keeps fumbling over his words. Now, as things start to heat up, he’s finally beginning to let himself go…

You were firmly straddled in his lap, your fingers threading through his soft brown hair, and you kissed him slowly and passionately. His large hands were hovering over your waist, tentative and hesitant—just like his words tended to be. You bit his lower lip softly, asking to sweep your tongue inside his mouth. He let out a soft moan, and your tongue welcomed itself to his mouth. Your teeth grazed against each other’s, the kiss deepening. You lightly massaged his tongue with yours, making him moan again, and you pull away softly after a few moments, to catch your breath.

“You know,” you murmur against his lips, your hand trailing down his scalp to the nape of his neck, smirking as you feel his breath hitch in his throat. “I love when a guy talks dirty to me.”

A soft, nervous laugh escapes his lips. “I, uh… I know.”

You lean back, arching your brow at him. “And yet, you still don’t do it.”

“I—” he swallows nervously, looking around frantically. His hands tighten on your hips. “I just—I never know what to say,” he admits, looking down at your lap shamefully.

You roll your hips on his groin, his erection evident. A soft groan drags out from deep within his chest. “Just say whatever you’re thinking,” you tell him, smiling.

He exhales sharply, his jaw clenching, his green eyes focusing on you. “I... I think you feel nice.”

You bite your lip, amused. “That’s sweet. But c’mon, babe. Give me something dirty.”

His ears burned, a red hue washing across them, alongside his face. He knew you were teasing him, trying to coax something, anything, out of him, but his brain was short-circuiting. “I, uh… you-you’re really, uhm.. soft?”

You sigh and laugh, and press a hot kiss to his jaw. “You’re adorable.”

He groans, clearly embarrassed, but you just shift against him again, pressing yourself closer. “I’ll help you out,” you whisper, dragging his hand up your thigh, under the hem of your skirt. “Why don’t you start with telling me how I feel right here?”

His fingers skim over your smooth, heated skin, desperate for touch and attention. His breath stutters as he realizes how little you are wearing underneath your skirt. His throat goes dry, and he clears it to speak. “Y-You’re… you’re so warm.”

You guide his hand higher up, “and?”

His fingers brush over the damp lace covering your cunt, and he nearly chokes on air. “Jesus,” he rasps. “You’re—fuck, you’re soaking wet.”

You smile against his neck, your hips shifting again, grinding against his growing erection. “Mmmm, that’s more like it,” you mumble against his neck.

Something shifts in him. Maybe it was the way you gasped as he pressed his long fingers more firmly against you, or maybe it was the realization that you wanted him to say these things—that you were getting off on hearing him lose control. He was relishing in the way you were reacting to him, and he wanted more.

His breath comes heavier as he drags his fingers along the damp fabric, voice lower now, rougher. He clears his throat before he speaks. “You like that, baby?”

You nod, still grinding on his clothed cock, “mhm, keep going.”

He exhales shakily, then does as you ask. His fingers trace your damp panties once more, and he then slips his fingers past them. His fingers brush against your folds teasingly. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his fingers getting coated in your slick. His fingers brush through your folds, and he pushes one inside of you. An airy moan escapes your lips, and his eyes look deep into yours, full of lust and love. He begins curling his finger inside of you, reaching that spongy spot that always makes you mewl. “Is all of-of this for me?” He asks.

You let out a quiet, needy, “yes, Bertholdt.”

His restraint frays, “fuck,” he mutters, his voice dropping even lower. “Baby, I-I wanna hear you say my name while I make you cum.”

You gasp, the pace of his finger quickening, and a second one is added to the mix. His fingers aren’t thick, but they are long, and they reach your g-spot no problem. When you gasp, you tilt your head back and close your eyes. One of your hands reaches your chest, and begins to play with your nipple, earning a soft mewl from your lips. You pinch and squeeze the small bud between your fingers, letting out more breathy moans. His eyes drink in the sight of you, and something changes in Bertholdt, his blood begins to burn hotter at the sight of you, eager for more of your sounds and eager to see what else you’ll do. His shyness seems to disappear entirely.

His fingers move faster, with more purpose. His mouth finds your throat, “that’s it,” he groans against your slightly sweaty skin. “Let me hear you, baby girl.” He kisses and nibbles at your throat, on the spot that always makes you cry out. He sucks hard enough to leave a hickey.

You whimper, your hips rocking into his touch, and his confidence surges. He brings his thumb to your clit, and starts rubbing it in a quick, tight circular motion. You moan his name loudly, warning him that you’re going to cum. He grunts, and continues to finger you at the same pace, not wanting to mess up anything. You feel the heat building up in your core, the familiar feeling of release approaching.

A few moments later, you feel your walls clamp around his fingers, and you release all over him, your cream dribbling down to his wrist. He continues to finger fuck you, for you to finish out your orgasm. You slowly tilt your head up, your eyes fluttering open to look at him. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your tight, creamy hole, and they release with a soft pop, and he looks deep into your eyes as he puts his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean.

“B-Bertholdt,” you whisper. He takes his fingers out of his mouth, and slides them into yours, your teeth grazing them. You can still taste yourself on him, and it gets you even hotter, even wetter. You moan on his fingers, and he pushes them down your throat further.

He groans at how sexy you look. “Fuck, baby, you look so hot with my fingers down your throat,” he breathes. He removes his fingers, and starts to fiddle with his belt buckle. “Tell me how bad you want me,” he demands.

“I-I need you,” you pant, desperate for more of his touch, more of him.

He hums as he slips his jeans off, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the way you unravel because of him. “Yeah? Tell me what you need, baby.”

You whimper, and a blush creeps across your face, your cheeks getting hot. “You, I-I need you, inside me right now…”

It feels like his heart skipped a beat. “Good girl,” he coos. “I love when you beg. I love when you tell me how much you need my big dick inside of you. You love my big dick, don’t you, baby?”

You feel your walls spasm around nothing, and you moan at his words. You nod, and he hums in delight. “I wanna fuck you so bad, baby. I wanna make a mess of your pretty little pussy. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s fucking you this good.”

“F-Fuck, babe,” you whine. “Y-You’re so hot when you talk to me like that. I-I want you so fucking bad, pl-please just put it in me already,” you cry.

A ragged groan tears from his throat, and he finally shoves off the rest of his undergarments. His large, hardened, leaking cock smacks his tummy once it’s freed from its prison, and he presses you down into the mattress. His usual hesitance was nowhere to be found—his hands were greedy and his mouth was insatiable as he kisses you hard, breathless.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he mutters, nipping at your jaw as he tugs the hem of your skirt. “The way you sound, the way you look, the way you feel… fuck, I can’t think straight.”

You grin, a hand entangling into his slightly sweaty hair. “Then don’t.”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps, his hands roam over your soft figure. “I can’t believe I get to do this.”

Your fingers travel down to the nape of his neck, “you’re doing it, babe.” You arch your hips, pressing yourself against him, making sure he can feel how hot, wet and ready you are for him. “So please, stop holding back.”

He nods, and he pulls your skirt and panties off in one quick motion, the sudden breeze of cool air stinging your soaking, hot core. He sucks in a sharp breath, and then—finally—he’s pushing his fat head into your tight entrance. The both of you let out a long groan at the sudden pleasure—the fullness from his head and the intense stretch of your walls for you, and the sudden heat that engulfed him for him.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, dropping his forehead to yours.

You moan, nails dragging down his back as you wrap your legs around his waist. “More,” you whisper. He gets goosebumps along his ears and neck.

He lets out a strained laugh, “fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me.”

You smirk, grinding your hips into his. “Then die giving it to me.”

Something in him snaps. His hands grip your hips, hard enough to leave marks, and he pulls back just enough to slam into you again. Your breath hitches a sharp, broken moan spilling from your lips.

“That’s it,” he growls, burying himself deeper, his shyness completely gone now. “Let me hear you. I wanna know who fucks you this good.”

You don't hold back. Every thrust, every filthy word he murmured against your skin, dragged another moan from you, until he was thrusting even harder, even faster, like he needed to hear you scream his name. The way his cock brushes against your walls makes your cunt flutter. Tis thick, veiny shaft hits you just right, and his pace quickens, eager to please.

You feel another orgasm coming, your walls tightening around his cock, and he groans at the sight of the creamy white ring building up at the base of his shaft. Your nails rake into his back, drawing a small amount of blood. He groans, and pounds into you harder.

“B-Babe, I feel-feel like I’m gonna cum,” you whine, looking into his eyes.

“C’mon baby, I want that tight creamy pussy of yours to give it all to me, come on, cum for me, baby,” he edges you on, his voice giving you butterflies. You feel your release building and building.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, voice strained. “S-So tight and warm—fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he complains.

You pull him down to your face, kissing him hard, your tight hole clenching around his fat cock. “Then don’t,” you gasp, “cum inside of me, babe.”

A rough curse tears from his lips, and he slams into you one last time, spilling his hot, heavy load into your cunt with a hoarse, shuddering moan, causing you to finally release as well, coating his large cock in your creamy fluids.

For a long moment, you two just lie there, panting, your bodies still pressed and tangled together. He finally lets out a breathy laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. “Holy shit.”

You giggle, tracing lazy circles on his back. “Told you you’d be good at it.”

He groans, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh my God.”

You smirk, “oh, c’mon, don’t get shy on me now, babe. I like when you talk dirty.”

He groans again, but you felt the smile against your neck before he lifted his head, his deep green eyes meeting yours. “Then I guess we’ll have to do it like this again.”

Your stomach flips with excitement, “r-really?”

“Mhm,” he grunts as he pulls out of you, watching his cum leak out of your hole. He groans and flips you to your hands and knees. “So get ready, baby. Because I’m not done with you just yet.”

ⓒ 𝐋𝟖𝐍𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐓𝐡𝟎𝐭𝐬 -- 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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[srebrnastal]

Welcome to another episode of “What animal will Bertholdt Hoover be today?”. The answer is: Borzoi. Borzoi Bertholdt. Bertzoi. Puppytolt 🐶🤲

Because this post by @v1bri <3

obligatory borzoi meme lol (golden Reiner retriver for the soul)

[grimmcheems]

Crimson King stuff🩸👑

Yall this has taken me forever and I’m still not fully satisfied with it but I don’t see myself working on it any longer bc I wanna get to other things, plus I’m getting back into coloring so ik it looks different (prolly shouldn’t have taken a break from coloring oop) anyways this is just more of my Armin Crimson King AU with details and stuff.

At some point I thought I drew Armin’s eyes too “narrowed”(?)/tired bc for some reason he looked like Levi bc of the dark eye circles but I figured it’s just the tired look in his face that made him look like that and I thought it really got it across that Armin rly does not sleep in this.

I made some headcanons in my head that sometimes Armin and Ymir will sleep together bc the trauma and things they went through before they overthrew Marley was too much to handle and they find solace and comfort in each other. However I did not have space to actually draw that more clearly, only the little bit of them here all bloody and in cell (ik it doesn’t look like it but pretend they’re in a cell lmao). I rly tried to stay true to how armin looks like but his nose is so hard to draw ngl. I also planned on having the bruised armin be more skinny and malnourished looking but switched it out to have King Armin be that way a bit instead, I feel it makes more visual sense that he looks like he’s recovering from something bc it would make sense with context.

Btw I don’t think I ever mentioned it but Armin in this is a Tybur that Bert and Reiner bring back with them along with Ymir to the mainland. This is also why he is able to maintain his hold on the throne and have such consistent support for his and Reiner’s Rule. My earlier art has Armin with long hair but this is before he grows it out. I want to give the impression that Armin takes on a more “handsome” and masculine look in the early years of his reign before he starts to become more feminine looking overtime. Mainly to keep up with his image in the kingdom and appearances to intimidate neighboring countries. Though Reiner seems to have them covered in that department.

The relationships in this au are also very complicated and ambiguous bc I feel like that plays well into their psyche. Bert may or may not have developed something for Armin along the way. Armin may or may not be using Bert for his own reasons and twisted comfort he gets from his affections with the knowledge he has of their previous lives (will explain this later bc it will be part of the plot but won’t reveal too much bc there’s a solid plot point that is involved that instigates the whole story, but Armin is the only one that has any recollection of their lives. He sort of experiences a time regression?? Some of the other characters regain memories of their previous life as well but they’re not enough to piece together what they mean or what happened)

Ymir and Armin may or may not have shared a kiss or two in desperate moments. Reiner hates Armin and Armin hates Reiner but Reiner’s other personality adores him and Armin knows it so he exploits that about him. Very messy lol. Not a love triangle or a square but a squiggle? This story also heavily involves the warriors and Zeke but I haven’t gotten to that yet. I have an art that’s been cooking for a solid yr now for that😭

Other than that, Ymir and Armin are intially regarded as prisoners of war/spoils and are tortured for a solid year before their planned Coúp. They would’ve died if Armin did not have the knowledge of the main land and managed to convince the warriors and the Tybur family to turn against Marley. But yeah…..I’m a certified yapper.🗣️🗣️🗣️

[r0bodt]

fem modern au bertholdt

[sof1eee]

"I'm so sad my favourite character didn't get enough screentime!"

Oh yeah? well my favourite characters are either dead, overhated, underrated or all of the above 💔