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rissouu · 5 months

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YOU TOOK OFF HIS CHAIN, plug!onyankopon

you’re not wearing the chain he bought you.

“where you ‘bout to go mama?” ony asked, leaning back into a manspread. he didn’t know exactly what time it was but he knew it was late, and you knew he was getting ready to have a fit.

“i’m going to that pool party i told you about earlier pa, with ymir, remember?” you hoped he wouldn’t make a big deal out of this like all the other times. but then again, you knew your boyfriend better than anyone.

and you didn’t miss the way his face scrunched up when you brought up a pool party.

“pool party.. so you got on a bikini under that big ass coat?” ony let out a low chuckle before getting off the bed and inching closer to you. “nah.. take that shit off. lemme see what you tryna leave out the house in,”

when his eyes glanced at your neck for a little too long, that’s when you knew it was over. you’d have to text ymir and cancel, because now he didn’t even care about what you had on. now it was about what you didn’t have on.

“y/n, why you playing wit’ yo’ life mama?” his head was tilted and his eyes never left your shaking frame. you knew he wasn’t playing and honestly you were too scared to even give him an answer. “so now you not gone talk to me? hmm?”

ony’s patience was getting lower and lower and you knew this, but you still wouldn’t crack. in your eyes he was making a big deal out of nothing and it pissed you off.

before you could even process the situation, his hand gripped your jaw so tight you felt like he was trying to break it. when you looked up you were met with his intimidating glare staring right back at you— letting you know he wasn’t playing.

“talk to me mama, why you playing in daddy face?” his face was buried into your neck, softly sucking on your beautiful skin.

“o..ony i just- it’s a pool party and i was gonna swim so i took off the chain cause i didn’t want it to get lost..” you were telling the truth, there’s been so many times where you lost necklaces in the pool. and you didn’t want ony’s to add to your collection.

“i understand that baby but you know how i feel ‘bout that shit. i gave you a chain wit’ my name on it, so when muh’ fucka’s try you, they know who girl they fuckin’ wit. my girl.”

you couldn’t hide the smile forming across your face, and you had no shame. ony’s protective side was always something that you loved, even if it did irritate you sometimes.

“‘m sorry papa, it won’t happen again.” you assured him while running your hands down his back. everyone thought he was so big and tough but really, he was just a big ass baby.

“mm it better not or im beating yo’ ass, now go put my shit back on.”

©rissouu 2023 (i was gonna make this smut.. but ya girl needs more practice cause it’s been a while. sorry not sorry!)

#malora speaks!#yes this is black/chubby reader but anyone can read #chubby reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot x chubby reader #ony x black reader #ony x chubby reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x chubby reader #poc!reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x reader #aot fluff #aot smut #aot x you #aot x self insert

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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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imagine taking Reiner’s country ass on a luxury vacation for the first time in forever. Of course, farming makes him bank but he detests the idea of spending it on ‘frivolous things.’ That is until he’s watching you splash around in the most gorgeous blue waters he’s ever seen; wearing those brand new swimsuits you brought just for the occasion. Sunlight beaming down on your skin…going to dinner at a Michelin star restaurant in the island’s resort. Eating and drinking on wine and champagne so expensive, he nearly faints when he sees the price. But the greatest part of the whole trip? Is when he gets to bend you over the railing of the balcony in the five star hotel suite…hooking his fingers around your throat as he feeds you the most vicious backshots. The ripple of your ass mimicking the waves of the ocean nearby, with your pussy getting equally as wet and he simply can’t get enough. Only after ripping you out of that designer dress and insisting you leave those YSL heels on. He’s never been much for the ritzy life but this view? Might just change his mind. Money well spent in his opinion..

“Damn, I think I could get used to this..”

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levisrations · 2 months

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I just know after your first night with Levi you’re both addicted and can’t stop. Going at it for weeks, maybe months before you settle down and are comfortable just being in each others presence (if that ever happens its too damn good!) shit after that first night you stay over and once it’s morning and time to go because you have to work he pulls you back in for a quick one! And you’re a little late but blame unexpected traffic 🤭. You’re like teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other but also the intimacy and the connection you feel with one another is something youve never experienced with any previous partner and thats what makes it so addicting. You’re both also more comfortable trying new things 🤭. It feels so good to finally be truly intimate and trust your partner 100%.

#levi #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #aot #levi aot #levi ackerman smut #also i try my best to keep things gender neutral but sometimes i be a self insert hoe

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ridingtorohan · 7 months

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Mikasa Ackerman dating a short(er) S/O

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Mikasa is tall by most country's standards. She knows this and towers most of her fellow female cadets. Frankly, she isn't phased at all by the height of her partner. It's just a thing she makes a mental note of and stashes it away for later.

Instinctively reaches for the items from the top shelf if you're reaching for it. She'll pause if you already have a stool out and ask if you need help but any other time, she'll do it herself.

It's not a big deal to her so if you protest she'll just nod and stop doing it. (She knows Captain Levi personally. She knows you can handle yourself.)

Are you missing your stool, want her help but don't want her to grab it for you? She'll scoop you up in her arms and give you a boost.

Definitely lingers for a few seconds too long, eyes heavily lidded with her hands wrapped around your waist. It's long enough to notice but not long enough to hinder the task at hand.

Absolutely adores picking you up by your hips (for a hug or smooch) or giving you a piggyback ride.

Are you receptive to being carried? Mikasa can and will carry you to each room as you complete your everyday chores.

Will lug you under her arm like a teddy bear as she prepares for bed.

Often reaches down to brush the hair from your forehead. It's a tender, loving gesture from her. Sometimes she'll leave a little kiss.

Absolutely mesmerized by the size difference between you two, especially with a live comparison. Hand to hand Tarzan style? Beautiful. You cuddled to her chest? Amazing. She'll worship all these features, taking her time adoring them in small ways (and in the bedroom).

Listen…… if she finds out you like her towering over you, getting in close, it's game over. She'll smirk and rain kisses from above, showing you that this can work out. Likewise, giving her bedroom eyes from below.

(Definitely makes excuses so that she's below your eye level. Thinks it's cute. Thinks you're cute.)

Speaking of cuddling, really enjoys having you pressed to her chest, your arms wrapped around her. She's a big spoon and you can't change my mind but you can change hers. She just adores having you in her arms, even if that has you holding her instead.

Has you on her lap a lot.

If short jokes get on your nerves, Mikasa will doom glare the offender into next year. An angry Mikasa is a scary Mikasa.

Will help you beat the shit out of them unprompted.

Doesn't make short jokes but will tease you about your height (more in the vein of "how am I supposed to kiss you from all the way up here/down there?") if you're comfortable with it.

Will smile or huff a small life if you make a joke about your own/her height.

Lets you wear her clothes.

Gets especially tender and sweet if she sees you swamped in them. Will actually reach don and adjust the cuffs of you (her) pants if they're dragging on the ground.

Casually wears a few of yours around the house, but only if you insist/don't mind the stretch.

(Secretly feels all mushy and squishy when she sees your clothes not even making it to her ankles/wrists.)

You can't see at a concert? She'll break their kneecaps- I mean find a compromise. Listen, Mikasa is toned. She can balance you on her shoulders/piggyback you no problem.

Either smirks teasingly if you get on your tiptoes to kiss her or gives you a very tender look. (Or both. Both is good.)

Will bend down if you ask/tug. Or if you're receptive, she'll pick you up and kiss you in her arms or place you on the nearest counter/table.

Gets sappy if you don't even try to kiss her mouth but instead kiss whatever part of her you can reach, arm, hand, etc.

If she's going in for a kiss, she'll bend her back and press a light one to your temple. If it's your lips she's after, her fingers will ghost lightly over your chin and jaw, eyes half-lidded. "Can I?"

Literally unphased if you're the "short angry chihuahua" stereotype who "bites ankles".

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x y/n #mikasa x you #aot x reader #ooc: // I will gladly take her last name #ooc: // no lie #mikasa x female reader #mikasa x male reader #mikasa x gn reader #reader insert #self insert #ooc: // for those who do that #ooc: // respect #Ooc:// ngl I love that this is my most popular post

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biskyfy · 6 months

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Wicked Game

Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

pairing - reiner braun x fem!reader

word count - 5.2k

tags - MDNI, 18+, nsfw, smut, hurt/comfort, canon universe, mild angst, based on a song, reiner on his knees begging, briefly appearing armin, connie, and jean

summary - set in the canon universe on the ship between the group leaving the port in paradis and arriving at the hangar in marley to repair the flying boat. the reader having a previous history with reiner prior to his betrayal of the 104th and survey corps decides to confront him for his actions and get closure before their upcoming battle against eren and the founding titan. titled for the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak.

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You stood on the deck of the boat leaning against the rail and looking out across the waves of the sea as the breeze ruffled your hair lightly. The smell of salt water brought you some peace as your mind tossed like the waves beneath you.

So much had happened in such a short time.

Only a few days ago your biggest problem had been trying to quell the growing anger of the Jaegerists and now you were on a seemingly impossible mission to stop Eren from taking out the entire world with The Rumbling.

Not to mention, your group was the most rag-tag group of people you’d ever worked with before. You had your trusted comrades of the Survey Corps that you’d been with for years now. But then there were the others. Two Marleyan volunteers, one of which you could trust and the other you were unsure of who’s side she was on. Two children, one of which had murdered one of your best friends, the other now holding one of the Nine titans. A Marylean Warrior you’d only fought against until today and another girl you once called a comrade until her betrayal four years ago only to work with her again.

And then there was him.

Why did it have to be him?

You let out a heavy sigh as you hunched over the railing watching the ship cut through the water below you and ran a tired hand through your hair.

You knew his Titan power was necessary in order to take down Eren, but that didn’t mean you wanted to work with him again. Not after what he had done to your group of friends. And more so what he had done to you.

The night before the tension around the campfire had been palpable between the opposing sides now forced to work together for a common goal. But he had been surprisingly quiet through the accusations thrown back and forth.

Part of you wanted to see some sort of reaction from him. Anger towards you and your people that five years ago had fueled his choice to reveal his betrayal and help in the slaughter of almost the entirety of the Survey Corps. The hatred he had held towards you and the others after pretending to be your comrades until revealing his true intentions.

But he was nothing more than the empty shell of the man he once was. He sat quietly until admitting to being the reason for Marco’s death so long ago. He was pathetic as he groveled to Jean, insisting he couldn’t be forgiven for the sins he had committed. And he did absolutely nothing to defend himself as Jean beat him senselessly until the girl had thrown herself in the line of fire to protect him.

You hoped to see something of his past self you had loved so much. But there seemed to be nothing. You hadn’t made any effort to speak to him and him the same to you. But you could always feel his eyes lingering when you were around. Quietly watching you as he took in who you yourself had become in his absence.

It had felt almost ironic killing your former Jaegerist comrades in an effort to defend him and Annie in their Titan forms. It felt even stranger watching Jean and Connie carrying him in his weakened state onto the ship as you all made your escape from the port. The last you had seen him was when Annie had broken down to you all shortly after departing. You assumed he had taken refuge in one of the various rooms on the ship while recovering from his injuries.

So why was it that you felt compelled to visit him? You had no interest in hearing whatever excuses he had for doing what he did to you. But part of you still wanted answers. Wanted to know if he regretted his choices or had ever felt anything for you at all. Or if it was just a part of his plan in infiltration in the first place.

As you stood contemplating your options you felt a presence join you at your side looking out over the sea.

“He asked me where you were you know.” Armin said casually and you let out a bitter laugh.

“Did he?” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes. But Armin looked out the corner of his eye at you briefly before saying.

“I think you should go talk to him. This might be your only chance.” He said thoughtfully before looking back out over the sea. You stood in silence, considering his words and what he was implying. After a few moments he looked over at you with a small smile.

“Second floor below the deck, last door on the right.”

You gave him a half smile and small laugh before shaking your head and heading towards the stairs to below deck.

As you made your way down the steep stairs, you heard a loud wailing coming from the room closest to them. You made out the voice to be Falco, who you figured had finally woken up after his first Titan transformation. The poor boy’s wails tugged hard on your heart as you felt the gravity of the situation that you all found yourselves in.

Perhaps speaking to him wouldn’t be the worst idea considering you weren’t sure how much longer you two would be around for.

You made your way down the corridor until you made it to the room Armin had mentioned and stood in front of the door. You took a moment to brace yourself for what you were about to do and took a deep breath to steady yourself. Slowly, you raised a hand and knocked quietly on the door.

After a moment, the door opened and there he stood, towering over you. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and an exhausted look on his face. But the moment he registered it was you standing in front of him, his eyes shot open and and his face morphed into one of surprise.

“Reiner.”

His hazel eyes darted over your face rapidly as he seemed to try and grasp that you were standing in front of him as you stared back. After a few beats of silence, he came back to reality, blinking, and then cleared his throat.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” He asked, voice shaky and unconfident as he tried to gather himself.

“Can we talk?” You asked with a firm tone.

Reiner nodded quickly and backed into the room, letting you in. He shut the door quietly behind you as you glanced out the small window placed just above sea level, a small amount of sunlight casting shadows around the small room furnished only with a small bed, a desk and chair, and small dresser.

You made your way over to bed and sat on the edge, the covers slightly dissaray from where he had been laying before you had come in. He quickly pulled the desk chair out and sat down across from you, watching you carefully.

“Seeing as the world is ending and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be alive. I wanted a chance to get closure before I die.” You explained but he only stared back, face dropping back into the seemingly permanent frown he now wore.

“I just wanna know, was what we had real? Was any of it real? Or was I just another part of your plan to infiltrate?” You asked, thankful your voice sounded confident and firm as opposed to the shaky feeling you had throughout your body.

“No, you were never a part of the plan.” He answered quietly. You waited a few moments, expecting him to elaborate, but he didn’t. He only looked down at the ground, leaning forward elbows resting on his knees while wringing his hands anxiously.

“Oh, so I was just collateral damage then? An easier way to gain our trust and seem less suspicious?” You snapped and he flinched at your sharp tone.

“No.”

“Then what was it Reiner? Was I just some sort of entertainment and comfort until you could finish what you came to do and just go back home? Was your plan to throw me aside and leave me to die the whole time? Tell me, was any of it real? Did you really love me? Or was it fake just like everything else?” You demanded, growing angrier with each word, spitting the words at him laced with the poison of hatred you had held for so long.

He refused to look at you as he stared pointedly at the ground before only responding, “It wasn’t fake.”

Overwhelmed with frustration you threw your hands up exasperatedly with a huff, “This is waste of my fucking time.” You quickly stood up to leave but before you could, Reiner grabbed the fabric of the leg of your pants to stop you.

“Please, listen.” He begged, finally looking up at you, tears threatening to spill out of his hazel eyes. You paused, waiting for his explanation.

“I never meant to fall for you. I never intended to have a connection with someone in Paradis like the one we had. But once I met you, I was done for. I kept pushing off the thought that you were my enemy and that I had sworn to destroy you and your people because you made me forget all about it. It killed me to leave you behind. It killed me to have to fight against you in Shiganshina. But I chose to put my mission first because that’s what I had come here to do. I never meant to hurt you and I never wanted to leave you behind. I would’ve brought you with me if I could have but that’s not how it worked out.”

You watched as he held on to your leg desperately as he rambled, the words tumbling out of his mouth full of more emotion than you had seen from him in the past few days. He was breathing heavily as he cut himself open and began to bleed all his pent-up emotion and feelings, he had kept to himself the past four years right on the floor in front of you.

Before you could respond, he dropped out of the chair and onto his knees in front of you, now gripping the fabric around your ankles as his tether to reality as he truly began to let go. You could hear the heavy sobs in his chest as he stared at your shoes, curled in on his knees.

“I loved you then as I have always loved you. Not a day has gone by that you haven’t crossed my mind. The ghost of your existence has haunted me since the day I left. I see you in my dreams, I hear your laugh in people on the street, I feel the ghost of your touch with the brush of wind. You have never left my mind. Not once. I have loved you since the beginning and I still do. I will always love you.” Reiner cried before finally raising his head and meeting your eyes.

He moved his grip from your ankles to grasp your hands, bringing them together in front of his face and clasping them in his much larger hands, staring up at you with tears shining in his eyes and streaking down his cheeks.

“I don’t expect your forgiveness. I can’t imagine the pain that I put you through. You never deserved any of it and I’m so sorry that it happened. But I don’t want you to ever think that it wasn’t real. It was always real. It still is.” He pleaded desperately, gripping your hands in his tightly as he bled himself dry in front of you, his heart falling out and landing into your grasp to determine its fate.

You took a moment, processing the weight and meaning of his words as he stared up at you, tears watering in his eyes, waiting for your response. You felt your own heart hanging heavily in your chest at the sight, realizing his own pain that he had felt in his actions. It had hurt him as much as it had hurt you.

You slowly took your hands out of his and saw the pain flash across his face. But before it could settle, you reached out to cup his face in your hands, brushing the tears off his cheeks with your thumbs. You slowly bent down towards him and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead before pulling away to watch his face.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” You murmured.

He nodded quickly in your hands causing you to do a short and quiet laugh. “Get up off of your knees.”

Your hands dropped from his face as he stood, having to angle your head to look up at him instead of down. He looked down in your eyes with an intensity you hadn’t seen in years as he slowly brought a hand up to grasp under your chin gently.

“Do you believe me?” He asked in a whisper.

“Yes.” You murmured.

“I love you.” Reiner breathed, slowly getting closer to you.

“I love you too.” You said quietly and he immediately pushed his lips against yours.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the feeling of his mouth against yours for the first time in years and slid your arms up around his neck, fingers gently toying with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Reiner slid his empty hand around your waist to press against the small of your back and push you up against his muscular chest.

You angled your head as you got closer, nose brushing against his as he kissed you hungrily gripping you tightly against him as if you were going to fade away at any moment. You matched his desperation, pulling his neck down closer to you as you feverishly met his pace.

He let go of your chin before taking his hand and tangling it into the hair on your back of your head as he tried to bring you even closer as if you weren’t already pressed up against him before sliding a tongue past your lips to meet yours.

As he deepened the kiss you slid your hands from around his neck to run down his chest, taking in the feeling of the muscles beneath the thin cloth of his shirt as he let out a sigh at your touch. Craving more intimacy you slid your hands to the bottom of his shirt, toying with the edge, before sliding both hands up to touch the hot skin underneath.

Reiner quietly whimpered against your mouth at the feeling before quickly moving his hands to start desperately pawing at the buttons on your collared shirt. He made quick work and undoing the buttons before your shirt was hanging open.

You separated your mouth from his and took a small step back causing him to let out a quiet whine of disappointment as he opened his eyes. But before he could reattach his lips to yours, you began to pull his shirt up his body. Once he understood, he helped you pull the rest up and over his head before tossing it aside on the floor next to him.

Within an instant he was back on you, lips tracing along your jawline and across your neck, hands resting on your hips. You began to slide your own shirt off as he did, head thrown back in euphoria at the feeling of his mouth on your bare skin. Once it was off his mouth traveled down and across your collarbone before hesitating above your chest wrappings.

When he stopped you looked down at him and met his hazel eyes, watching you intently, waiting for your approval. You consented quickly with a sharp nod, and you saw his expression shift into one of almost hunger.

Reiner graced his hands up your torso before grabbing the end of the wrappings and slowly undoing them with the utmost care. Occasionally he glanced back up at you, checking to ensure that you were still okay with what he was doing. Finally, only a piece of fabric lay between your bare chest and his eyes, and he hesitated.

Gently, you took your hands and placed them on top of his. Slowly, you guided his grip to pull the fabric off and on to the floor, leaving your bare breasts in front of his face.

Reiner took in a sharp inhale of air followed by a low murmur of, “God damn…” at the sight before him.

Once his eyes had finished taking in what your breasts looked like, his mouth was on them in an instant, kissing along the gentle curves with utmost care, almost as if he were worshipping them.

You slid your fingers through his soft hair, tangling them as you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his warm mouth on your bare skin. The slight rough stubble around his mouth tickled along the sensitive skin, causing chills to run through your back, your nipples reacting from the sensation.

As he noticed this, he made his way to the middle of the breast he was at, enveloping the sensitive nipple with his warm mouth and flicking his tongue across it. You let out a breathy gasp at the sensation and tightened your grip on his hair causing him to make a low noise of approval.

Once he was satisfied with the work he had put in, he moved to your other attention deprived breast and gave it the same treatment. As he continued you could feel your stomach tightening at the sensation, breaths turning into pants as your need for the blonde man grew exponentially.

“Fuck, Reiner. Need you.” You said breathily and he hummed low in response before pulling away from your sensitive skin.

“Whatever you wish, darling. I’ll give it to you.” Reiner said, hazel eyes meeting yours, looking up at you with a need to please.

“You want me to forgive you? Show me how sorry you really are.” You challenged.

“Yes ma’am.” Reiner replied, quickly dropping to his knees before you.

He helped you carefully step out of your shoes before he began to unbutton the dress pants and panties you wore, sliding them quickly down your legs and guiding you to step out of them before tossing them to the side. He then placed his hips gently on your waist and guided you backwards to sit on the bed behind you so that you were placed right at his eye level.

He used his large hands to spread your legs before him, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of your cunt before him. You leaned back on to your elbows, moving slightly downward to give him a better view and better access, smirking as you watched his mouth slightly agape at the sight.

Reiner took one large finger, tracing along the folds of sensitive sex as if memorizing the feeling of it. You gasped quietly at the feeling before you felt his finger dip down towards your entrance which was already wet with arousal.

“All this? For me?” He murmured quietly, almost to himself as he smeared your arousal along his large finger, coating it in preparation for his next move. When he was satisfied with his work, he placed the tip of his index finger at your entrance before looking up at you once again, waiting for your consent.

“Please.” You whispered with a quick nod before he slowly began to slide his thick finger into you.

You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of his finger but didn’t miss the hiss he made as well at the feeling of your walls enveloping him. Once reaching his knuckle he slowly pulled back out to his tip before starting to repeat the process. You let the feeling of pleasure take the lead in your senses as you relaxed into the feeling of him, letting out sighs of content as he did.

After a few moments he slid his finger out before coating his middle finger and adding it into the process. You groaned at the increase in size and pressure as your cunt adjusted to the extra finger before restarting his movements, picking up more in speed.

You could hear the explicit noises of his fingers sliding in and out of your now soaked pussy and you glanced at him who was going back and forth between watching your face for reactions and the sight of your sex taking in his fingers so easily, wet with arousal from the work he was doing.

When he noticed you were watching him, he looked at you with such sincerity before saying, “You are so beautiful.”

You felt yourself blush at his words before looking away again, unable to keep eye contact with his look of utter infatuation. But as soon as you did you felt him curl his fingers just the right way, grazing along just the right spot within your core. You groaned at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and gripped the bed spread below you tightly.

Once he realized the effect that the motion had on you, he quickly began to repeat it relentlessly sending you quickly spiraling into the euphoria of the feeling. As he did you felt his thumb graze along your clit before flicking against it at the same speed in time with his fingers within you.

You felt yourself nearing your climax as he continued, a tight feeling growing increasingly stronger deep in the pit of your abdomen. All you could make were breathy gasps of pleasure as you fought to keep yourself from yelling out and alerting the rest of the ship to your actions.

“C’mon baby, let me make it up you. Let me make you cum all over my fingers as an apology.” Reiner said sounding almost as desperate as you were about to finish. He began kissing along the sensitive inner skin of your thighs as you felt his rough stubble contrast the soft feeling of his lips on the skin.

Finally, with the perfect placement of his mouth and facial hair on your thighs, the flick of his thumb against your clit, and the curl of his large fingers in your cunt, you felt the tightening snap like a rubber band as you were drowned in a wave of overwhelming pleasure as you came.

All you could manage to do was grip the bed sheets desperately and let out quiet whines of pleasure as he continued to fuck you with his fingers through your high.

“That’s a good girl, cum for me, just like that.” Reiner murmured against your inner thighs, peppering your skin with kisses in-between his words as you peaked and then began to come back down once again.

Once he felt your walls finish spasming around his fingers, he gently pulled his fingers from you, an obscene wet noise accompanying the process. Without hesitation, he slid both fingers into his own mouth, cleaning off the mess you had made with his tongue. He let out a quiet noise of approval before finishing and removing his fingers once again as you watched, breathing heavily.

“Have I made it up to you?” Reiner asked, hazel eyes watching you closely.

“Not yet, I need a little more persuasion.” You said with a smirk.

“And how can I do that?”

“Fuck me to show me how much you regret leaving.”

Reiner gave you the first real smile you had seen from him since your reunion before quickly standing up and kicking off his own shoes and undoing his belt and pants. You watched closely as he slid off his pants and own underwear, his erection coming free of its fabric confines as you watched with an open mouth and wide eyes.

You lay back onto the bed as he took your thighs in his arms and pulled you down closer to him so that he could angle himself before taking one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder to bring your hips up to meet his height. He kept the one leg held in place with one arm as he used his other hand to line himself up with your cunt before sliding all the way in.

You groaned at the feeling of his size stretching you even further than his fingers did, hands reaching out to grip his forearms tightly, digging your nails into the skin underneath.

Reiner gritted his teeth, breathing heavily and remaining entirely still once he had reached your cervix. He glanced down at the sight of himself buried within you before his head quickly shot up and eyes closed tightly.

After a few moments of no movement, you squirmed slightly, craving the feeling of him pounding into you but he hissed and swore in response.

“Fuck. Stop moving. If you keep moving, I’m gonna cum right now before I’ve even had the chance to fuck you.” Reiner groaned, using his strong grip on you to try and keep you still beneath him. “So fucking tight.”

You quickly stopped moving, waiting for the muscular blonde to regain his control before you felt him begin to slowly pull back out of you and back in again. He began to fuck you slowly and sensually, reaching further into your abdomen than you felt possible. You were certain if you looked down you could see his dick pressing up through your skin from within you from how deep he was.

“I missed you. So fucking much that it hurt.” Reiner groaned as he continued his slow pace as you gasped each time he reached the base of his erection.

“There’s no one I’ve ever wanted but you. Only you, my love.” He said, opening his eyes with tears shining in them and looking down at you below him, balls deep into your soaking wet, throbbing cunt.

“Only you, Reiner. No one but you.” You responded breathily, squeezing his forearms in comfort, tears beginning to well in your own eyes from the overwhelming emotions you were experiencing with him.

Reiner continued to fuck you slowly and deeply whispering his apologizes and love for you over and over like a mantra as soft tears slid down both your cheeks and his own.

After a few minutes he quieted and then began to pick up his pace as he fucked you. His thrusting became harder and harder as the sound of your skin slapping together echoed within the small room.

You could hear the crashing of waves outside the small window as he angled you more on to your side to begin fucking into you at a relentless pace, your breasts bouncing from the momentum of the force.

“Fuck, missed you so much.” Reiner groaned, head thrown back and breathing heavily as he slammed into you. You could only manage breathy moans of pleasure in response as you felt your second climax quickly forming.

“Only you, only you, only you.” He began to repeat over and over, gripping you tightly as he fucked you before you felt him began to stutter as well.

“I’m close Rei.” You managed to gasp, and he nodded quicky.

“Cum all over my cock just like you deserve to.” Reiner said in a low voice, keeping his relentless pace before you felt the wave of pleasure consume you once again. You bit down hard on your lip to keep from crying out, drawing blood in the process.

“Oh fuck. I’m about to cum.” Reiner moaned loudly as your walls spasmed around him before he suddenly pulled himself from you and took a hand and began jerking his hard erection through his large hand. “Where?” He gasped but instead of responding, you sat up quickly and snatched his wrist from his dick and thrust your mouth onto him instead.

Within moments, Reiner came hard into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat and hot semen shooting from it. He moaned loudly at the feeling as he gripped your hair within his hands as tears welled in your eyes from how deep he was. Once his cock finished twitching in your mouth, you slid off it and swallowed the taste of him and yourself down as he stood above you breathing heavily. You stared up at him before he got back down on two knees before you, meeting your level.

“I will say it as many times as I need to until you believe me. I never wanted to leave you and I’m so sorry that I did. You are everything to me and I promise I will never leave your side again so long as you’ll have me.” Reiner said softly, reaching a hand out and tucking a piece of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead behind your ear.

You only nodded in response before placing a quick kiss to his mouth and wrapping him in a hug as he pulled you into his muscular chest. As you listened to his heart beating against his chest in your ear, you couldn’t help but think how overwhelmingly grateful you were to have him back on your side. Even if it was a suicide mission to try and save the world.

Short epilogue:

You opened the door of the bedroom, walking out after you and Reiner had taken some time to yourselves before redressing and getting ready to face the rest of the world again. But as you walked out you heard a loud voice at the end of the hall near the stairs of the ship.

“HA! YES! I TOLD YOU SO! PAY UP JEAN!” Connie screeched, smacking the tall man beside him on the back.

“Shut up Connie.” Jean groaned, rolling his eyes and reaching into his pants pocket and grabbing out some money and handing it to Connie.

“What the fuck is that about?” You asked as you and Reiner walked over to the pair.

“Jean and I bet if you two would “make up” before we got to shore.” Connie said with a suggestive grin as he counted to make sure Jean had given him the correct amount.

You felt your cheeks heat up from what he had said and quickly smacked him in the chest.

“That’s not fucking funny. And how do you even know? You don’t have any proof, idiot.” You scolded, but Jean scoffed loudly.

“Are you kidding me? We didn’t have to see anything. We could hear Reiner at the other end of the hall.” Jean said with a roll of his eyes as Connie was now doubled over from his laughter.

You glanced at Reiner who looked absolutely horrified at the news before he quickly cleared his throat.

“I’m going to check on the kids.” He said awkwardly before hurrying away from the group causing Connie to somehow laugh even harder.

“I hate you two.” You glared before storming off, Connie’s loud laughter echoing through the halls of the ship.

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asideofweird33 · 1 month

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Doses anyone know any good fics with Levi and with his scars

#aot fanart #attack on titan #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi aot #self insert #levi x self insert #levi ackerman x self insert #levi ackerman x reader

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stopisa · 2 years

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can’t stop thinking about eren having the bitchiest attitude when he’s out in public but the complete opposite when in private. like when you two hang out with friends he’ll just have a sour face, barely speaking except for when you say something, you can see his expression soften a bit. always with an arm around your shoulder or a hand on your thigh to show the smallest bit of affection. however, when you two get home this man is a puppy, so needy for all of your attention. “baby pleeeease come sit with me” “i’m gonna start crying if you don’t come take a shower with me” “why won’t you let me help make dinner, i promise the food won’t catch on fire this time” he’ll whine until you break, eren just wants to be around you 24/7.

#☆.blurb #this is loosely based on my irl bf #fluff #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jaeger #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger #sfw #reader insert #x reader #self insert

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denjjisgf · 6 months

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college student armin thoughts:

armin lives in the last room on the right at the end of your floor. although meeting a fair share of your floormates, he’s the last to introduce himself.

one wednesday, you round the corner for the elevator and collide into his backpack. he has a navy jansport, the kind with the tan suede padding on the bottom. he smiles an apologetic grin and steps into the now arrived elevator. divine timing, right?

it was silent on the way down. the normal scent of last friday’s activities and mud from the melting snow was replaced by pine and laundry softener lingered in the tight space. armin shuffles in place, swinging his arms low at his side and kicking at pieces of road salt with his camel birkenstock clogs. *ping* the metal doors slide inside the wall and you step out first. as you’re walking out, thinking of conversation starters and hoping fate might bring you back to this moment in another life, you give up on this chance to say hello to the nice smelling, pretty eyed boy on your floor. disappointed you make your way to your room for the night. a flash of blond flies past your peripheral. armin leaned into the door in your path with a shove, popping it open to both of your surprise. the owner of the room sat at their desk, shocked at the two strangers standing in the frame of the once closed door, “can i help you?”

“sorry! just looking for the bathroom!” he sputtered out, face red like a tomato. he smiled and you found it contagious.

“we haven’t met yet,” in his head, he counted to ten to regulate his heart rate. “i’m armin.” his voice had the cutest inflections, perfect little cracks of nervousness caught in his throat.

his eyes followed you, taking you in up close. it wasn’t until that last second, really, that he decided to spark this interaction. it had been a long semester, one where his best days were in passing with yours. he dreamed of softly knocking on your door to wake you in the morning and carrying your laundry down to the laundry room, a pocket of change jingling, ready to pay for your loads. in the library, he yearned for you, seated in the chair next to his, where you both study and mostly distract the other. he searched for your face in every crowd and always walked a little faster to the one class you both had three semesters ago when he first saw you. he watched the weeks turn into months, waiting for the perfect moment, but it was never the right time. that was until now.

“hello armin, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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“come sit with mee,” he pouts with a pushed out lip. he starfishes his legs out in the center of the bed, swishing them open and closed. his cropped shag sticks up in all the right places as it rests on the headboard. god is he lucky for being so cute; a short sigh slips out of your playful smile while you circle the room, ditching your socks and slipping into a tshirt.

“can you wait a second? i just got back,” you shimmy off your jeans, “and last i checked this was my room.” you finger through a drawer and take out some sweatpants.

“i actually cannot wait. it’s been hours. i thought you only had the one class today. where have you been? you have responsibilities here: me!” he’s gleaming, patting the bed with both hands and urging you closer. “i’ve been waiting to watch our show all day. can we pleasee?”

he’s so damn needy. but he’s so damn needy for you, so who are you to deny. you plop down in the space between his legs where the blanket is warm from his presence and you settle in, palms pressed flat over his thighs and his arms linked with yours in a hug. he kisses along your temple and takes a deep breath, “i needed this.”

he continues to play with you, adjusting the shoulders of your sleeve and pulling at lint on your pants, tugging on your hair and swishing his feet at the foot of the bed. you reach for the remote and a small projector screen illuminates the low lit room, “armin, do you remember what episode we left off on?”

“ i have it all set up and ready. all you gotta do is press play,” he’s so smug, a mix of nerdy matter of factness and what you know as puppy love. you play your show and smile at the familiar theme song— it reminds you of moments like this with your boyfriend. your eyes drift to scan the room; your mugs neatly stacked on the drying rack, makeup brushes resting back in their jar, and a freshly folded pile of laundry sat on the corner of your desk. had he done all this while you were gone? you swell with adoration, a cold tingle racing through your body as you paw for his hands with a squeeze.

“truly, love, what would i do without you?”

“i think you mean what would i do without you?” he smiles and kisses you, soft and sweet, light like breathing for the first time and overwhelming in every sense of the word. “now pay attention, you fell asleep again last night and i don’t think i can bear to watch this episode for the fourth time.”

#armin x reader #armin x y/n #aot x reader #armin fluff #armin arlet x reader #armin headcanons #armin artlert aot #attack on titan headcanons #snk x reader #snk fluff #this is so self indulgent #a self insert at its finest

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kiwie-not-kiwi · 7 months

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Just wanted to share a pocky with Bertholdt Hoover ! 🎀

#bertholdt hoover #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #self insert #aot #snk #canon x oc #pocky day #Pocky #concept art #digital art #sketches

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rissouu · 4 months

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“that one’s mine”

stalker!ex bf connie who’s memorized your schedule to a T. he knew when you were going to work, when you were going to get your favorite coffee, shit.. he even know when you were getting your next period. that’s how much of a creep he was, and you were just so clueless. the two of you ended things about a year ago— due to you finding out he cheated on you multiple times. sure you were hurt by it, but everyone has to move on eventually right?

well.. not to connie. so what if he cheated a couple times? he was young and dumb. in his eyes he deserved a second chance, and somehow he was going to get it—even if it meant stalking you for a little longer. however.. he couldn’t come up with an excuse for why he was in an alley— aiming a gun at your newest boyfriend.

this wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something like this to say the least, and he got away with it every time. you would sulk and be devastated for about a month, then you’d get over it. that’s one thing about you— you moved on so quickly. he didn’t know if he loved it, or hated it.

“i hate to do this to ya’ man..” connie sighed, cocking his gun back with a slight shake of his head. “but ya’ went for the wrong girl… shoulda’ just picked another one ‘cause that one’s mine.”

©rissouu 2024 (lol i hope this wasn’t too dark, i been watching too much ‘you’ lately! and if this is not your cup of tea, please don’t read it.)

#malora’s works!#aot smut #plug!connie #aot x reader #connie x reader #connie springer x reader #self insert #stalker #stalker!connie #aot x you #connie x you #aot x y/n

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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pornstar reiner manspread as he lazily fucks his flesh light, while we sit on all fours in front of him. A smug look on his face, grinning as he sees us squirming around. His thick cock nearly pulsating and popping through the silicone..and he can barely waiting to do the same to us. “You see that, baby? Daddy’s gonna stretch that pussy out just like this..” tossing his head back with a guttural moan rising from his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob up and down in the process. Edging himself along, knowing he wants nothing more than to be inside of you. One premature nut already housed inside of it and seeping down the sides. “Gonna look so good with my dick coming through your stomach..you’d like that so much, wouldn’t you?” But it’s even better to see you tremble in anticipation. Squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to not touch yourself; afraid that even the slightest brush might send you into overstimulation. So wet that you’re practically leaking. That pathetic glare in your eyes almost too adorable for him to bare, along with the pleading for him to fuck you already but he’s not done quite yet. “Aht, aht..you know what to do if you want it.” Only leaning forward to delicately cusp your chin with his fist still enclosed around that toy, pat your cheek and chuckle.

“..beg.”

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tender-hearteddd · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

bertholdt x fem!reader

modern au, college au, established relationship, slight music nerd bertholdt, bertholdt is above 6’4, reiner ships you and bert so hard (´◡`)

wc - 4.0k

warnings - kissing, overthinking, insecurities abt relationship, kinda bad 😭

a/n - wrote this on a whim when i was on my work break so it’s not the best 🙁 unedited and kinda messy

bertholdt loves it when it's just you two.

having his head cuddled between your plush thighs as you play with his brunette shag you hoped he never cut - watching the princess diaries in a comfortable silence you two shared so often that came with a growing mutual understanding of your budding relationship. he kisses the side of your plush thigh once in awhile when you run your hands over the side of his head in that way you always do when youre positioned like this on nights like these - when reiner is gone slaving away at practice right before the big game and it's just you two showering each other with affection.

that's until reiner comes back to his shared apartment with his best friend of over 5 years.

"reiner!" bertholdt slightly yelled like it was bloody murder. bertholdt quickly stood up, getting his abnormally big head (and big body) away from your thighs trying to act like nothing was happening - which was exactly happening. bertholdt accidentally pulled you off the couch as he frantically got up, a thud coming under you and a sympathetic look coming from bertholdt. sure - bertholdt loves showering you with his affection, but he'll never actually parade it in front of others, including the person who has seen him naked several times.

"what are you doing here?" he stupidly asked like him and reiner haven’t been living together for a whole year now.

"oh you know - coming back to my lovely home after a long day at practice.” reiner explains as he drops his gym bag and take off his sneakers, not acknowledging his best friends awkwardness to make him and you feel better.

it’s been a routine for the past couple of months. he’ll come home, see you and bertholdt cuddling, lost in your own world, and bertholdt being abruptly deported from his own little world with you whenever reiner appears into the living room.

reiner finds it slightly entertaining, not just how embarrassed bertholdt gets but the way bertholdt can easily be this close to you; you’ve created your own world with each other, speaking a language only you and bertholdt can understand. sure bertholdt’s awkward tendencies get in the way of him showing his love for you but reiner can see the way you love each other when he sees you two giggle at the plural form of ball.

and when you scold him for eating peanuts ever since he found out he was allergic to them because during your guys first date, they brought out a bowl of peanuts as an appetizer and apparently peanuts aren’t supposed to hurt your mouth like that (yet he still eats them).

and when he makes CDs for you filled with the static noise he calls music reiner and annie can’t stand yet you somehow like it.

and when you made reiner secretly steal all his pants one by one so you could tailor them to fit into his long legs.

and when bertholdt loves you to the point where he creates and you love him to the point where you can invent.

and when bertholdt gets too lost in his head, and reiner or annie never know what to do, but somehow you’re the only who could find him, and when bertholdt makes sure you don’t ever get lost, ever.

and when reiner comes home, after a long day at football practice, and he catches a quick glimpse into your shared world with bertholdt, speaking your own language, and he sees how he becomes you and you become him in the way you two hold each other. reiner likes this bertholdt, don’t get him wrong, he also likes awkward bertholdt a lot as well but he knows bertholdt is a lot more than an awkward sweaty lanky mess. he’s just happy that bertholdt has someone to be himself around - even his awkward self. and reiner would totally try pushing bertholdt to be more comfortable with holding you in front of others but right now, he smells like wet grass and total ass and he can’t feel his legs; trying to push bertholdt out of his box will have to wait.

apart, scratch that, a good chunk of you finds it insulting. like him being your boy and you being his girl is hell on earth. you know bertholdt loves you. of course he does! you’re his own prayer. but sometimes - he gets up a little too fast whenever reiner comes home, and it makes you do the unthinkable; overthink.

which is exactly what you’re doing right now as bertholdt helps you up the floor and you could feel his once dry palm, which he used to play with the side of your thighs as you played with his hair, now moist do to his nervousness. you sighed under your breath and grabbed your jacket and bag from the front door.

“alright, gonna take this as my sign to leave.” you said avoiding eye contact with bertholdt and reiner while zipping up your jacket.

bertholdt knows you’re annoyed. and he knows you’ll tell him that it’s fine.

“good luck tomorrow reiner!” you yelled as you were making your way out the door.

“wait!” bertholdt ran after you, swiftly putting on his house slippers, “let me walk you out!” bertholdt grabbed the top of the door frame preventing it from slamming, ducked his tall body under the door frame, and gently closed the door making sure he wouldn’t bother reiner.

you waited for him as he jogged a short distance to catch up to you.

“hey,” he greeted you like you weren’t hanging out the whole day.

you know you should say hi back, you always do, but you know what he always does? he always pushes you away when reiner comes home. and it’s not his fault for being so shy, but still, can’t a girl hold her boyfriend in peace?

“are you mad?” bertholdt asked with the worried look on his face he always seemed to have.

“no.” you briskly told him, keeping your eyes forward.

bertholdt sighs as he pushes the button for the elevator to go down. your arms are crossed as you wait for one of the elevators to be available. usually you and bertholdt would talk about everything and nothing - why he hates his philosophy professor, king krule possibly coming to paradis, if you should get those jeans from jaded london, giving him a fake palm reading just to touch his hands, looking at the view from the window in the elevator room and people-watching into the apartment complex across the street - but right now, it’s silent, and not the comfortable kind you two always have but the “please don’t be mad” kind.

“are you sure you’re not mad?” he asks, a little exasperated watching you walk into the elevator while you try to avoid eye contact. he walks in after you, distracted from how worried he is about you, the tall oaf ends up hitting his head on the sill of the elevator.

“Ow!” he rubs his forehead with his pointer finger and his thumb trying to numb the pain. he ducks down to the mirror of the elevator to check for any bleeding and catches you trying not to laugh your ass off at your oaf of a boyfriend. you have the prettiest smile, he swears. he tries to suppress his own smile as he hears you fail and you erupt into snorts and giggles.

“do I have to hurt myself in order for you to acknowledge me?” he jokingly asks.

“yes.” you respond as you still have a grin on your face from your fit of laughter not too long ago. bertholdt presses the button to go down to the garage, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek to reassure you about whatever you’re upset about.

bertholdt walks you to your car, still a little cautious around you.

“what’s on your mind? i know something’s wrong.” bertholdt steps in front of you, preventing you from going any further to your car. bertholdt isn’t letting you go to sleep tonight feeling like this.

“it’s nothing really.” and it really is nothing, to you at least but not to bertholdt.

“it’s something.” bertholdt quickly retorts gently bringing his hand to yours.

you’re a little emotional, you’ve always been.

“can you just hold me? there’s no one around.” you reassure him. bertholdt’s heart stings at your act of reassuring him. bertholdt looks around for a moment and hugs your body to his in the empty parking garage, feeling your specific type of inviting warmth to his chest and having the smell of your vanilla coconut leave in conditioner scent hug his nose. he’s leaning against your car as you lean into him.

“are you mad because i pull away from you whenever reiner comes home?” he gently asks as he gave you a kiss on your head.

“im not mad, just..”

bertholdt gives you all the time to continue.

“just..are you embarrassed of being in a relationship with me or something?” you look up at him, slightly teary eyed, hoping he wouldn’t notice. but he does; because he wants to make sure you’ll never get lost.

“no! of course im not!” he furrows his eyebrows at you. you stare up at him looking if he’s telling the truth. and you know he is but overthinking gets the best of you sometimes. “you should be the one embarrassed to be in a relationship with me!” bertholdt jokes to make you feel better.

you smile as you hug him tighter, “never.”

“it’s just sometimes i feel like you are embarrassed of me.” you push the side of your face into his chest, avoiding eye contact once again.

“I’m not.” and he isn’t. bertholdt looks down at you with sympathy in his eyes, rubbing and kneading your back. he knows you deserve someone who can hold you whenever they please.

“you know how shy I get.” bertholdt reassures you that it’s his problem, not yours.

“i know.” you tell him. “i don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want you to hold me, just right now.”

“trust me, holding you doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”

bertholdt holds you in his strong arms like you’re a dove. every touch from him is carefully placed. you pout your lips signaling for a small kiss. as soon as he reaches down to give you a quick kiss, the tip of his ears red from his meekness, here comes porco galliard and his loud ass car beeping twice at you two. your eyes crinkle at his cars bright ass headlights and bertholdt lets you go from his grasp, not wanting porco to see the monstrous act of holding his girlfriend.

“give this to reiner for me!” the boy named after a pig yelled through his rolled down passenger window and threw out reiner’s jockstrap, bertholdt catching it as he let out a sigh of dissent. porco irresponsibly and annoyingingly, may I add, sped out of the garage, bertholdt yelling at him to slow down.

your eyebrows furrowed in distress when your giant of a boyfriend let you go. you watch as he slightly jogs after the speeding car and yells at the pig man driving it to slow down. bertholdt walks towards you, the dissatisfied look in your eyes wishing he kissed you a few moments earlier. bertholdt gives you a sympathetic smile as he held reiner’s jockstrap in between his fingers.

“bye,” you curtly smile back and tried as fast as you could to get into your car as you ignored your boyfriends goodbyes.

bertholdt watched your car drive out of the parking garage, a disappointed groan coming from his body.

the olive skinned boy closes his apartment door with a sigh. it pains him to know that there’s apart of you, that may grow into a chunk, that thinks he’s ashamed of you. and you know he isn’t, but he knows how you overthink. hell, he can’t blame you. if he was in your position, he would think the same thing too.

but bertholdt is shy - painfully shy, almost like he’s cursed to be this way forever, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you the way he does behind closed doors in front of others. if bertholdt could, he’d have you attached to the hip.

bertholdt is just…how you say - modest.

one touch, and he knows he’s gone.

it took him at least three months into the relationship for him to even comfortably hold you, and took him another three for it to become a regular thing. every touch from your fingertips is a modified blow, and bertholdt is made of glass. the first time you molded your hands to the side of his face, he swore he shattered into a thousand pieces. and you put him back all together. you touch him like a prayer, a prayer only you two understand. the first time you touched bertholdt, when you held his face, or when he laid his head in between your thighs, or when his senses are overloaded with you - bertholdt feels his heart take root in his body, discovering something he doesn’t even have a name for.

so it’s not that bertholdt is embarrassed, he just craves even the slightest brush of your fingertips against his skin too much.

“You forgot your jockstrap.” bertholdt throws it to a now freshly showered reiner, who is currently eating his second bowl of lucky charms right now.

“thanks.” states a tired reiner.

reiner put his now empty bowl in the sink while bertholdt got ready for bed.

“goodnight bertholdt.” reiner slaps bertholdt’s flat ass.

“goodnight reiner.” bertholdt does the same to reiner.

reiner yawns and before closing his bedroom door, he peeks his head out, and with tired eyes and a tired voice, he tells his best friend since middle school,

“if you could slap my ass every night, you can hold your girl without being a scaredy cat about it by the way.”

bertholdt looks back at him with a surprised look on his face.

“you should hold her more.” reiner states before he kicks his bedroom close and going to sleep for his game tomorrow.

and bertholdt agrees.

these intrusive thoughts aren’t letting you sleep. the many times bertholdt has pushed your affection away in front of others is making you cringe and the little voice inside your head is not letting you forget them. there’s a devil and angel on your shoulders arguing whether he really loves you or not. you’re being dramatic, no you’re not, yes you are. all you really want is your boyfriend to hold you. is that too much to ask? you wanna cry but you don’t let yourself, bertholdt would let you. you let out a frustrated sigh and grab your phone from your nightstand. a second ago it was only 12 but now it’s almost 3 o clock in the morning. to hell with these intrusive thoughts.

bertholdt <3: Just wanna say goodnight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I hope you feel better in the morning, I love you.

sent at 12:25

you roll your eyes at the text message sent by your boyfriend but can’t help but feel a teensy bit better, but not enough to fall asleep. a glass of warm milk and those melatonin chocolates bertholdt bought for you will do. you find your roommate pieck awake at almost 3 in the morning making herself a cup of tea in her jaw titan mug.

“he did it again.” you tell her as you get out the carton of milk and pour it into a glass.

“again!?” pieck suddenly drops her spoon into her cup of tea.

“shhhhh!” annie is in her room doing the right thing you’re supposed to do at 3 in the morning, sleep. annie is also possibly the lightest sleeper you’ve ever come across and even pieck’s soft voice can wake her up.

“did you tell him how you feel?” pieck asked more quietly this time as she blew at her hot tea.

“yeah.” you sighed, waiting for the microwave to be done warming up your glass of milk.

“and?”

“and…he told me that he wasn’t embarrassed of me and he was just shy.” you take your too hot glass of milk out of the microwave and ended up yelling, possibly waking up annie and praying you didn’t.

“shhhh!” pieck pulls her finger to her lips.

you and pieck stay quiet to listen out for annie’s footsteps, and luckily for you two, you heard none.

“well that’s good right? he’s not embarrassed of you!” pieck says, a little more quiet this time, just in case.

“yeah but, your pig of a boyfriend, who’s headlights are way too bright, came to drop off…something reiner forgot and he let go of me like i was burning hot.” you drink all your milk in one go and let the chocolate dissolve in your mouth.

“but you are burning hot.”

“pieck,” you smile at her playful flirting while staying stern to let her know now is not the time to flirt

“why the hell are both of you still awake?” annie opens the door to her room glaring at both of her roommates.

“what the fuck annie!?” you yelped in your normal voice not having to whisper anymore.

annie makes her way to the fridge and grabs a water bottle, gulping it down like she’s been stranded in the Sahara desert for eternity.

“you two suck at whispering.” annie states throwing away the now empty water bottle.

“what could you two be talking about this fine night?” annie sarcastically asks.

“your bestie is a scaredy-cat and can’t hold his girlfriend in front of others.” pieck jokes.

“pieck!”

“bertholdt?”

“who else?” you confirm

“you can’t make him do anything that makes him uncomfortable, bertholdt’s always been like that.” annie defends her best friend as if you were talking bad about him in the first place.

“im not.”

“well it sounds like you are.” annie’s a good friend, you note.

“i never took a dig at bertholdt as a person, you know how I feel about him annie, i just…feel like he’s embarrassed of me.” you look away from her, a little embarrassed yourself.

annie scoffs, sitting down at the kitchen table “he is not embarrassed of you stupid.”

you look at annie a bit relieved.

“he’s just meek, okay? trust me, it gets to me sometimes too. bertholdt always seemed like he would be meek forever..”

“that’s not a bad thing.” you retort

“can you let me finish first?” annie continues “but, and I know you know this, he’s destined to be more than that.”

“he is already more than that.”

“i already know that.” annie says

there’s a bit of an awkward silence and pieck has awkwardly been stirring her tea the whole time.

annie sighs, “he seems to be a lot more confident ever since you’ve been with him and….” annie hates that she’s admitting this, god she prays you and pieck learn to whisper so she won’t ever have to say something like this again to anyone.

“I like that he’s happy with you.”

your eyes brighten up with joy.

“really?” you smile brightly.

“yes really.” annie sighs once again.

“thanks annie.” you give her a hug and she awkwardly pats your back. you make your way back to your bedroom, with a lingering smile on your face. you text bertholdt goodnight and you know he’s gonna worry over the time you sent your text (3:15 in the morning) but at least now your intrusive thoughts have stopped.

annie doesn’t see you as a friend like pieck or the rest of her friends do. you’re just her roommate. but ever since bertholdt has been dating you for the past 9 months, he does things like hum while doing basic tasks, developed an actual sense of fashion, listens to actual good music and her favorite? tells her and reiner that he loves them every night in their groupchat.

“annie?” pieck says quietly, her tea gone cold.

“yes pieck?” annie sighs, once again.

“do you like bertholdt, in the way Y/N likes bertholdt?” pieck is also a good friend.

annie turns to pieck a bit dumbfounded “pieck, I am literally a lesbian, god.”

“oh thank god.” pieck lets out a breath of relief.

annie goes back into her room, her head now hurting.

you have no idea how football works.

you chant offense when it’s defense, defense when it’s offense, don’t even know what it means to be flagged. yet here you are, giving all your undivided attention to the very homoerotic game that is football, trying to ignore your intrusive thoughts about your boyfriend. all you really know is reiner’s jersey number.

the score is currently 14 - 7, halftime is in three minutes, and under these late night stars, the crowd is starting to get rowdy. eren jaeger is sat three seats beside you yelling at jean kierstein about how much of a pussy the opposing team is. jean kierstein’s face is tomato red as he tries his hardest not to punch eren in the face. armin is right in the middle of it wishing he never came. mikasa knows that these losers wouldn’t even survive in a football game but she can. your roommate pieck just wants to support her boyfriend, and bertholdt and your other roommate annie are just supporting their best friend.

you don’t understand the hype for college football games. the aftermath was always so depressing. men fighting over two groups of other men cuddling each other, underage college students getting alcohol poisoning, people you’ve seen post environmental activism infographics on their instagram stories littering like it’s nothing.

you’ve seen the worst minds of your generation at a college football game.

bertholdt knows you have no idea what’s going on. he’s talking to annie about the game, while also trying to subtly explain to you how it works and annie has no idea why bertholdt is explaining the game to her. If bertholdt keeps this up, annie will probably have to beat his ass.

“the titans just got flagged? wow I wonder what they got penalized for.”

“yeah our defense, who stop the other team from scoring, have been doing really well this season!”

“our offense, who have the ball currently, have been kinda sloppy this quarter, don’t you think?”

Bertholdt is lucky halftime is about to start.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat.” annie states, annoyed by bertholdt.

“get me a korean corn dog please!” you yell after her. she flips you off as she walks away, which means yes, you will get your korean corn dog.

that silence between you and bertholdt appears from last night again, the “please don’t be mad” kind, and you don’t like it. you can feel bertholdt’s doe eyes on you and you know he’s worried about you. he let you go home feeling like an embarrassment to him and he has so much to make up for.

you two don’t really get into the typical fights, sure some misunderstandings, but nothing like this before. you’re overreacting, you know you are. but you can’t help but feel so insecure.

“you should stop explaining how football works to Annie before she beats you up.” you tell your oaf of a boyfriend in a way to let him know him that you don’t want it to be like this any longer.

“if she beat me up, would it make you happy?” bertholdt jokingly asked, a little relieved.

“very.” you gave bertholdt a toothy grin. you give him the most brisk kiss on the cheek, you don’t even think your lips touched him.

“thank you.” you tell him because you know the only reason why he even is explaining football to annie, who probably understands it way more than you and bertholdt, is because he thinks you need space from the passive aggressive predicament you got into last night. (which is far from what you need)

you’re eyes are guided back to the big jumbotron in the center of the field, watching the two dogs who represent the two teams race against each other. bertholdt keeps his eyes on you and observes the way your face lights up when you see the brown labrador dressed as an armored titan race against a black great dane dressed as the colossal.

“bertholdt that black dog resembles you so much!” you tell him in the nicest way possible as you point at the screen. ymir bursts into the most disrespectful laughter possible, her and her girlfriend historia sitting above you and bertholdt.

“ymir stop being mean!” historia scolds.

bertholdt doesn’t care though, he does look like a dog to a certain extent, and he doesn’t care - as long as he can see you smile. he disregards ymir’s snorts, he ignores eren and jean’s arguing, he hasn’t noticed that annie’s been gone for longer than usual, he forgets what breed the dogs were and which one won, the cheering in the stadium has suddenly stopped - all he knows at this moment is you. here you are, his girl, the biggest smile on your face accentuating your cheekbones with your eyes crinkling in the corner. he swears you have the prettiest smile. it makes his brain go fuzzy, makes him forget everything around him -

your intrusive thoughts have gotten the very best of you, all of last night and up to today. there’s that voice in your head who keeps on telling you that you’re not worthy of being shown off, that being with someone like you is an embarrassment - how dare anyone love you? but right now - bertholdt feels so honored in this current moment sitting this close to you and having the privilege to see you smile. he looks like an idiot probably as he admires you from his seat that his tall body can barely fit in. but he doesn’t care - all his inhibitions have left and you’ve replaced them.

reiner can’t wait until this game is over with. he’s sat on the metal moist bench with his helmet off squeezing his water bottle into his mouth as his bandages are being renewed below him by the teams nurse. the black game paint he painted across his face has became grey and smudged and his hair is soaked from how much he’s been sweating. there’s about three minutes of halftime left and he’s spending those three minutes watching the Jumbotron across him.

“pucker your lips and get ready for the kiss cam titans!” came a booming voice from the intercom.

the first couple weren’t even a couple and the girl ended up moving away when the guy motioned a kiss towards her.

the second couple gave each other a meek kiss and the crowd boo’d at their lousy excuse of a kiss.

the third couple was a girl in the middle of eating a korean corn dog and the giraffe of a man totally entranced by her cheese pull.

reiner’s eyes widen as he sets his eye on the dork of a couple who were cuddling on his couch last night.

bertholdt is looking at you like you’re the only person in this whole stupidly funded football stadium. you have a bit of mustard on the corner of your lips and your inhaling the cool night air to cool down the burning piece of fried cheese in your mouth. you look to bertholdt and stick your tongue out and point at it with sad eyes.

“I burnt my tongue,” you said with your tongue still sticking out.

“you’re on kiss cam you idiots!” ymir smiled at the both of you and playfully pushed bertholdt’s towards you.

bertholdt doesn’t even know he’s on kiss cam. he barely felt ymir push him over to you. he sees you look over to the jumbotron and grow embarrassed as you use your hand to cover your face. out of nowhere, you’re hit with the massive weight that is the whole crowd’s judgement. somehow, you’re the one filled with inhibitions and bertholdt isn’t.

“bertholdt…” you whisper to him, “we’re on kiss cam!” you say this like it’s the worse thing in the world.

all bertholdt hears is kiss and that’s what he does - in front of thousands of people, all of paradis’ college towns watching on their TVs, in front of eren jaeger and jean kierschstein who’ve stopped arguing due to how surprised they are, in front of armin arlert who’s just glad they’ve stopped arguing, in front of mikasa ackerman who has never felt so much second hand embarrassment in her life just from you eating your corn dog, in front of pieck finger who’s smiling so big because you were just telling her last night how you felt bertholdt was embarrassed of you, in front of annie leonhardt who can’t help but roll her eyes at you two, in front of ymir who’s cheering bertholdt on, and in front of reiner braun, who’s annoying the nurse who’s bandaging his calves from his constant movement as he stands up and cheers for his best friend since middle school.

bertholdt is carefully cradling your face in both of his hands, like you’re his own personal prayer, his own personal heaven, his own angel; they’re large and warm up your cool face and his fingers reach to your scalp. you didn’t expect this from him, you even thought he would just walk away pretending to not even know who you are (and if he did that, you would give him something to be embarrassed about). but here he is, his lips on your lips, kissing you like this is what mouths are for. finding warmth in his mouth, you relax into his lips and hold his hands closer to your face.

neither you or bertholdt can hear the crowd cheering you guys on as bertholdt’s lips put you into some sort of trance just like how your smile induced his. it is every kiss bertholdt owes you every time he pulled away in front of others. it is the song baby by donnie and joe emerson that is the first track on the CD bertholdt gifted you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. it is the last track - ‘baby’ by ariel pink. it is bertholdt’s hands cradling your face up to reach his lips and your hands on his, your mouth becoming his mouth, it is you who breaks into shards and it will be him who will put you back together.

once you both pull away due to the ear-paining air horn signifying that halftime is over, the kiss cam screening had already been over with. bertholdt’s olive skin heats up, his lips covered in your gloss and your lips a bit swollen.

you look up at to him with bright but bashful eyes, and you smile.

and he swears you have the prettiest smile.

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stoned-eren · 1 year

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ok but like i imagine eren would be so warm like. radiating heat. he's constantly bundled up in sweaters, so he emits heat like an oven

anytime you hold his hand it's like holding a freshly brewed coffee. it's so inviting, you want to hold his hand all day

he'd give the best hugs too. his grip is tight yet so so gentle... he just doesn't want to let you go... it would be like wrapping yourself in a weighted blanket

ghfgfh and the cuddles he would give would be... *chefs kiss* the best. you'd find yourself slowly drifting off to sleep every time he wraps his arms around you. you can't help it, he's just so cozy and cuddly. he'd plant soft, small kisses on your forehead, while whispering about how much he loves you.

#GOD i NEED him rn #eren #eren yeager #eren jeager #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #self insert ship #self insert x canon #eren attack on titan #.txt #writing.exe

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