#bertholdt x reader smut

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

hello i was reading your works and are really good may i request zeke x reader smut hc? Or warriors smut hc? thanks you

Warriors and how they fuck you

Zeke is a real beast. He plays dirty, teases you until you beg on your knees for him to touch you and fucks you until you nearly pass out from pleasure and exhaustion. This man does not show you any mercy when he pounds into you from behind. Real nipples play enjoyer and addict with your chest, Zeke is sucking on it like a leech until your breasts are covered in purple, red and blue marks. His favorite position is the doggy cause he likes to mate like an animal in heat. Bonus fact: Zeke often falls asleep with his head on your boobs, using them as a comfy pillow. Sometimes he even sleeps with one of your titties in his mouth, like a baby.

“What do you want? Sorry, did not hear you speaking.” “You like it when I touch you here, right? Yeah, that’s my good girl.” “Eh, you are already wet and I only touched your breasts? Needy brat.” “I said, I want to hear you beg for it…”

Reiner is a secret softie when it comes to making love. He’s pretty shy about the subject but all the embarrassment disappears once in the bedroom. This guy is a big cum eater and there is nothing better for him than you riding his face. He needs to feel your weight on his face and your wet cunt on his lips. Gets really whiny if you tease him because he’s such a needy man for you. He prefers traditional positions like the missionary when it comes to penetrative sex as he knows how to do them well. Also, a LOUD man. Whimpers and moans escape his lips non-stop, and he does not even hold them back. Bonus fact: he absolutely despites wearing condoms. Reiner says that they are uncomfortable and reduce his sensitiveness.

“You taste so fucking good. Could eat you out all day, baby.” “Hey, keep them spread for me, alright?” “Stop teasing and put it in already or I’m going to put it myself.” “God, you drive me crazy… pussy feels so tight and warm.”

Bertholdt the most lovey-dovey of the Warriors. He makes love to you like it’s described in a romantic book: slow and passionate. His thrusts are precise and gentle so you could feel every inch of his cock going in and out of your pussy. He often puts you legs on his shoulders and pulls your hips forward to hit the deepest parts of you. Bertholdt is a silent one, the only noise you can hear coming out of his is a gasping sound when he cums. He likes when you ride him, the view of your face twisting at the pleasure while you lower yourself on his dick drives him nuts. Bonus fact: foreplays can be very long with him because he takes the time to kiss all you sweet spots and caress every inch of your exposed skin.

“Does it feel good here? Need me to hit that spot again, uh?” “Can I move? Alright, I’m going slowly in.” “I’m gonna show you how much I love you tonight.” “Take a deep breath… yeah that’s my darling.”

Annie is not often in the mood for sex but when she is, she is giving her 110%. You are this woman’s dearest thing and that’s why she can’t help but praise you every time you do something good. Her cold hands run up and down your curves until her fingers reach your moist spot. Annie is gentle and soft with you, like if she is scared to hurt you by accident. Her hand works quickly but carefully on your genitals before she leans in to suck on it. Annie does not have a favorite position, but she prefers when she can see your face because it reassures her to see the pleasure of it. Bonus fact: She also likes to receive oral, soft sounds escaping her lips while your tongue works on her wet pussy.

“Yes, right here please. Feeling so good-” “You are so good for me. Fuck, I’m going to cum if you continue like this.” “Someone’s excited? Don’t lie, I can see the wet spot on your underwear.” “You are so needy, aren’t you?”

Porco is more of the mean and arrogant type. He’s always bragging out to his friends about how good he is at sex and how much you love it and it’s true. Porco is fucking you better than anybody could have. His thrusts are quick and harsh, hitting your cervix every time he moves into you. This man spanks your ass when you start to give him attitude or when you try to hold back your moans because there is nothing he loves more but hearing your voice. He enjoys making love to you against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around his hips and shoulders while he lowers you into his cock. Bonus fact: Porco likes to spoil you by buying you sexy outfits to wear in the bedroom. He loves the way your cheeks turn red when you are standing in front of him in that red lacy lingerie he just bought you.

“So pretty for me sweetheart. Come closer.” “You like when I fuck you like that? Answer me, slut.” “Keep that pretty mouth of yours open, let me hear how much you like my cock.” “You need it so bad, it’s almost pathetic.”

[l8niteth0ts]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓: 𝐟𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

NSFW ALPHABET

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 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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[tadokorochann]

Okay, but, imagine suggesting dressing like a housewife to your adorable husband Bertholdt, and him flushing slightly and giving a nod, not realizing until the clothes start coming in, seeming a bit too large, that you weren’t talking about yourself. You were talking about him.

And how shy and red and nervous he’d get all of a sudden, heart beating erratically in his chest as you thrust a pretty blue dress and frilly white apron in his direction. How he’d stutter and stammer and tell you he wasn’t sure about this, how he’d misunderstood what you meant. But how he’d acquiesce almost immediately when seeing your pouting, disappointed expression. And how red he would go, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes as he finally stood before you, dressed in them. You’d “ooh” and “ah” and coo and fuss over him, making him feel even more embarrassed, but your hands slowly beginning to trace over his body would make him feel better.

It would be a new but not entirely unpleasant situation for him, clad in dress and apron, to be pressed against the wall by your smaller form, one hand under his skirt, stroking his aching cock, while your other hand tugged gently at his front, keeping him bent just enough to have his lips locked with yours. It’d be almost embarrassing, how fast he’d cum, whining and keening into your mouth all the while. But he’d be thinking to himself how much he actually… liked it. And that maybe, just maybe… he wouldn’t mind wearing the other things you’d picked out, too.

[grimesproperty]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

You and Eren are such close best friends, almost "platonic." You open up to Eren about your desire to gain more experience now that you both are in college. Being the sweet best friend he is, he listens to you. And being the sweet best friend you are.

You ask him if he can teach you a few things, even teaching you how he is gonna take your virginity.

(PART TWO)

EREN YEAGER X READER

cw: nsfw

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"You can't just... expect to be good at it," he said, leaning back on your bed, arms stretched behind his head, the thin fabric of his t-shirt clinging to his chest. "You gotta practice. Learn. Like anything else."

"So?, you said you were going to teach me,” you said, voice shaking a little too much.

He grinned, sharp and wicked. "Only if you ask nicely."

It was supposed to be a joke.

It wasn't.

Because somewhere between laughter and half-drunken dares, you were sitting on his lap, straddling him, heat pooling between your legs, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped thing. Nobody has ever gone down on you before.. you were nervous. Too nervous to meet his gaze.

And Eren... Eren looked at you like he was starving

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice hoarse, brushing hair behind your ear with trembling fingers. "Tell me to stop, and I swear I will."

You didn't.

You kissed him instead, reckless and messy, lips colliding with no finesse — just need.

He kissed every inch of you, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of your body with his mouth. And when he kissed lower, between your thighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses along soft skin — you gasped his name, grabbing at his hair.

"Let me," he rasped against your thigh, voice desperate. "Please. Let me taste you."

You were already too far gone to deny him.

And when he finally dragged his tongue over you — slow, devastating — it shattered something between you.

Because Eren wasn't careful. He was hungry.

Growling low in his throat, he buried himself between your thighs like he was a man possessed, arms hooked under your hips to pin you against his mouth.

It wasn't neat. It wasn't gentle

It was messy, dirty, desperate — wet sounds filling the room as he licked and sucked and groaned against you like he needed it to breathe. Like getting you off was the only thing that mattered.

You came so hard you saw stars, sobbing his name, thighs clamping around his head. But he didn't stop. God, he didn't stop.

Licking you through it, pressing kisses against your soaked folds, whispering broken things against your skin:

"So sweet... can't get enough of you... fuck, you're perfect, you're so perfect—"

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was slick with you, green eyes blown wide with something feral and aching.

And when you reached for him — dazed, trembling — he just cradled your face in his hands, looking at you like you'd ruined him.

"This isn’t just sex anymore," he said, voice wrecked. "This was never just sex."

You were both breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync, faces inches apart.

No jokes now. No games. Just raw, terrifying truth.

You stared at him — your best friend, your everything — and realized the terrifying, beautiful thing neither of you could deny anymore:

You weren't just friends. You weren't just lovers. You were something deeper, older, written into your bones.

“Tell me to stop.”

The words rasped from Eren’s mouth, his breath hot against your inner thigh. But his eyes — those feral, starving green eyes — begged you to do the opposite.

You didn’t tell him to stop. You spread your legs wider for him.

And he broke.

He growled — an honest, low sound vibrating through his chest — and dove in like a man who’d been dying of thirst and just found water.

His tongue licked a fat, slow stripe up your pussy, from dripping entrance to sensitive clit, moaning low like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“Fuck— you taste so good,” he groaned, the words almost angry. "So fuckin’ sweet—"

Then he latched onto your clit and sucked, messy and obscene, spit and slick mixing until you were gasping, hips bucking uselessly against his mouth.

He didn’t care about neatness. He wasn’t trying to impress you.

Eren was devouring you.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room — the lewd slurping of his mouth on you, the desperate noises ripping from your throat as his tongue worked you over with single-minded, brutal precision.

He ate like he wanted to crawl inside you.

Fucking his tongue into your tight, aching hole, moaning against you like he was losing his mind, nose nudging your swollen clit with every filthy lick. His hair was a mess under your fingers, and you couldn’t stop pulling, grounding yourself before you floated away.

“E-Eren—” you whimpered, trembling.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he panted against your dripping cunt, fingers digging bruises into your thighs to hold you open for him. “Already fuckin’ falling apart for me— you needed this, didn’t you, baby? Needed me to ruin you—"

He buried his face back between your legs before you could answer, tongue fucking into you so deep you cried out, thighs shaking violently.

You came — hard — clenching around his tongue, grinding against his mouth shamelessly as he moaned into your orgasm like he was getting off on it.

But Eren didn’t stop when you came. No, he kept going.

Overstimulation slammed into you, overwhelming and brutal, as he licked you through it — messy, desperate, starving — spit and slick dripping down your thighs, coating his mouth and chin.

You felt him slide two thick fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly inside you as he sucked your clit back into his mouth, groaning like he couldn't get enough of the way you squeezed him.

"S'tight, fuck— so perfect for me," he slurred, voice ruined, fucking his fingers into you faster, messier, noisier.

The squelching sounds were so filthy you could barely process them — just whimpering, babbling nonsense, totally helpless against the way he was breaking you apart.

“Gimme another one,” he growled, voice rough, desperate. “Come again. Want you soaked all over my fuckin’ face.”

And you did — pathetically fast — body locking up, thighs trembling violently as you shattered again with a raw sob of his name.

“Eren— oh my god— EREN—!”

He groaned like a man possessed, licking you through it, like he wanted every drop of you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was shiny with you — lips, chin, nose soaked — eyes glassy and wrecked.

You lay there trembling, fucked-out and teary-eyed, chest heaving.

And then he crawled up your body — slow, heavy — caging you under him, face hovering inches from yours.

You could still taste yourself on his lips when he kissed you, filthy and deep, no hesitation, like he wanted you to know exactly what he’d done to you.

When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to yours, voice low and broken, "Your fucking kill me.."

"Get on your knees," he says, pulling back. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, confusion evident on your face.

You should’ve known Eren wouldn’t let it end there, you told yourself.

He was kneeling above you now, green eyes wrecked, cock heavy and flushed against his stomach, throbbing between you two.

Not when he was looking at you like you were something holy — something he wanted to ruin and worship in equal measure.

"Want you to learn somethin’ else," he rasped, voice broken and low.

Your throat went dry, your legs still trembling from how brutally he'd devoured you earlier.

Eren fisted the base of his cock, sliding it slowly through his spit-slicked hand, precum leaking from the tip, smearing across his knuckles.

"You ever deepthroat before, baby?" he murmured, almost sweet. You shook your head, wide-eyed, lips parted.

He smiled — soft, devastating. "It's okay. I'll teach you."

You were already on your knees before him, trembling hands resting on his thighs, your mouth watering at the sheer size of him.

"You gotta relax," he whispered, cupping your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. "Let me in. Let me take care of you."

Your heart thundered.

You opened your mouth.

Eren groaned — wrecked — guiding the flushed, leaking head of his cock to your lips.

"That's it," he panted as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking shyly, feeling the heat and weight of him on your tongue. "So fuckin’ pretty with my cock in your mouth—"

He pushed in slow, letting you get used to it, letting you breathe — but even then, you gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately pricking your eyes.

You whimpered, choking slightly, drool already starting to drip down your chin.

"Shh, shh, good girl, so good," Eren cooed, brushing your hair off your face, thumb wiping a tear away. "That's what I want, baby. Let it all out for me."

You gagged again as he rocked his hips slightly, deeper, forcing you to take more of him, your throat convulsing around the fat head of his cock.

The wet, messy sounds were obscene — your sobs, your gasps, the slurp of drool leaking from your lips.

"You’re doin’ so good," he praised between heavy breaths. "So fuckin’ brave for me, pretty thing."

He pulled back just enough to let you breathe, then pushed in again — deeper this time — holding your head still with both hands as you struggled, tears pouring down your face, spit stringing between your lips and his cock.

Your jaw ached. Your throat burned. You loved it.

He was whispering broken things, voice shattering:

"Fuck— you're made for this— perfect little mouth— my pretty baby— takin’ me so well—"

You whimpered around him, trying to swallow him deeper, desperate for more praise, desperate to make him proud.

He hissed, hips jerking, barely holding himself back.

"Fuck— you want it deeper, huh? Look at you— beggin' for it— god, you’re fuckin’ perfect—"

You nodded the best you could, gagging around him, crying openly now — spit, snot, tears a mess across your face.

Eren nearly lost it right there.

He pulled back, letting you gasp for air, chest heaving, before tapping his cock against your swollen lips.

"You wanna try again, baby?" he crooned, voice dark with hunger. "Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Please," you sobbed, completely wrecked. "Please, Eren— wanna be good for you—"

He moaned — wrecked, possessive, in love — grabbing your jaw and sliding his cock back into your mouth, deeper this time, guiding your head onto him slowly but firmly.

You gagged violently when he bottomed out, nose pressed against his pelvis, tears streaming, but Eren was right there, praising you, worshipping you:

"That's it, that's my good girl," he panted. "So fuckin’ good for me— takin’ it all— proud of you, baby— so proud—"

You sobbed around him, overwhelmed, humiliated, honored — desperate for every word, every touch.

And when he finally started thrusting — slow, controlled, using your mouth like it was his — you surrendered completely.

Tears, spit, the sounds of your messy throatfucking filled the room — filthy, desperate, devastating.

You barely registered him pulling you off at the last second, groaning your name like a prayer, thick ropes of cum painting your swollen lips, your chin, your trembling fingers.

You gasped, blinking up at him through blurry, tear-soaked eyes, wrecked and ruined and so full of love you thought you might die from it.

Eren collapsed to his knees, pulling you into his arms, cradling you against his bare chest.

He kissed your spit-smeared cheeks, your tear-streaked forehead, whispering broken, beautiful things:

"Mine," he breathed. "You're mine. Always."

And you clung to him, sobbing against his chest, because you knew it too.

You weren't just friends. You weren’t just lovers.

You were soulmates. Filthy, messy, destroyed.

And you’d never be whole without him again.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this little series!

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

[missesstargirl]

what would be like with touchy bsf!eren...

Being best friends with eren since high school meant that he had a different relationship with you that with his middle school friends.

You guys were touchier, teen hormones that seem to never go away with you too. His moody persona disappear when he was with you.

He will pull you into his bed during movie nights like it was nothing. Still let your legs drape over his lap, his hands finding home on your bare skin without a second thought. It never felt awkward. You noticed how often he let his fingers linger at the crease of your knee, or how his eyes sometimes dropped to your mouth mid-conversation, then snapped back like he hadn’t just imagined something else entirely, but you didn't care.

It was weird if you didn't have your legs in his lap while scrolling on your phone, or for him to rest his hand on your bare thigh without thinking twice. It was just how you were. Close best friends.

“Your hands are cold,” you said one night, barely looking up from your screen as his fingers slid under the hem of your shorts.

He smirked. “Then stop wearing these tiny pajamas around me.”

“You literally saw me buy them and told me to get the one with little doves in them.”

"And you got them, so don't complain about it"

He took his hand and the quick action made your body shift demanding them back, which he glady understoond and lay them back again. One by the end of your shorts and the under around your chest.

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t complain again. If anything, you shifted just slightly so his hand settled closer. It stayed there — warm now, thumb brushing against the inside of your thigh in lazy strokes. Neither of you said anything for a while. The TV was still playing. His hands traveled you body all night with no limitations in sight.

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got inspired by @satoruined and her bsf gojo!! go and read is life changing

[poeticghostbaby]

terrible year so far

but then i remember fanfiction exists

….

life ain't so bad now

[mccnlixht]

[cherry-romper]

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

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Proco, Zeke ᥫ᭡ Warnings; MDNI, Sexual content but language is tame. ᥫ᭡ Contains; mostly GN!reader - eludes to gender for Zeke due to his plan for euthanasia, Fluff, Smut - nothing hardcore. Im not a fan of when smut get really vulgar, so this is quite tame. I might venture into that realm later though! I hope you enjoy <3

Eren;

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

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

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

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

Armin;

Sweet man who makes even sweeter love.

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

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

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

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

Jean;

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

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

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

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

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

Connie;

He can never be serious, not even during sex. 

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

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

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

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

Levi; 

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

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

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

Erwin; 

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

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

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

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

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

Reiner; 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bertholdt;

MUNCH

Your pleasure is his pleasure. 

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

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

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

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

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

Proco;

Like rabbits.

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

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

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

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

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

Zeke; 

What a man.

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

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

Love seeing you shake with pleasure. 

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

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

[propertyofushiwaka]

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

ARMIN, Koganegawa, BERTHOLDT, HINATA, Nishinoya

[nova2kss]

Influencer island

“GOOD MORNINGGG AMERICAAAAA”

“I’m your host Yanna Bailey to Influncer Island. It’s new, it’s hot, it’s dramatic, and it’s your new obsession!”

“We’re bringing all of your fav influencers and Internet personalities across the country for a steamy hot adventure”

“You all know them”

“And you all love them”

“I have hand picked these hotties myself…some ofc more known than others none the less they are all wild and ready to come in swinging!”

“Before I introduce you to the men that will participate in influencer island I think it’s fair that I give you a run down of what this show will look like!”

“These 16 hotties will come in ready to pick some partners and participate in challenges”

“Each pair will receive points based off of where they place on the board and based off votes from the viewers aka you guys”

“At the end of each episode there will be a poll placed for voting”

“You guys will be able too vote who should stay, go, and receive a punishment, or a hot date”

“With that being said let’s introduce the men of INFLUENCER ISLAND.

“Coming in first we have the famous polo boy himself”

“Armin Arlert”!

“He’s best known on instagram for being the cute polo soft boy model as stated in his bio, the internet has named him the number 1 golden retriever baby and I couldn’t agree more!”

“Armin is such a sweet heart and I know he can’t wait to be here….but with him being a sweetie pie…will he be able to hang and get wild with the rest of the contestants?”

“Especially this chipped tooth, beer drinking, horse riding, dirty country boy gone viral”

“Reiner Braun”!!

“This big beefy boy best known on that clock app has gone viral for bringing his southern ways onto the app, Reiner caught the attention of many wild men and sexy ladies and was requested by the merrier”

“Currently living in Mississippi but we all know he’s a real south Floridian gator wrestling boy. He’s the perfect match for this cast”

“Next up we got this black cat clothing owner bertoldt hoover!!”

“Best known for his brand flontae clothing and getting hella wild on them boats, don’t let the pretty eyes fool you this city boy knows how to party”

“Kristen made that cast Okay!”

“Y’all know him cause he definitely produced your favorite songs”

“He’s worked with Nicki Minaj, lil Wayne, drake, lil durk, Kanye west, and so many more”

“However when he’s not in that Stu making beats he’s out hosting the biggest parties and filming it all letting us know he was a perfect candidate for this cast!”

“This hot head was requested by the executive producer herself, we’ve seen him whoop ass in that underground ring, we’ve seen him getting wild in the streets, we’ve seen him catchin ass on twt and we wanna see MOREEE!!”

“Everyone love porco”

“But I don’t think as much as y’all love this sexy stoner”

“Constance springer the man that you are”

“He’s 6’0 tatted like a chipotle bag and he is the life of the party! This skater boy most known on TikTok and YouTube is definitely  influential and definitely deserves his spot here

“As stated himself he is a fine chocolate sexy black man”

“Get this! He’s also a brand ambassador for flontae clothing who would’ve known”

“Onyankapon, such a pretty name for a pretty boy.”

“We don’t know how wild ony gets and that’s why he was picked cause the whole world wants to see, he’s seen as someone who doesn’t do much. But I’m willing to bet as soon as he steps foot on this sand that will change.”

“And last but certainly not least”.

“Eren Yeager.”

“Or jaeger”

“Regardless this man dose not need an intro at all, you’ve seen him right with Beyoncé on her ivy park campaign”

“You’ve seen him on the front page of Louis Vuitton”

“You all love him and rightfully so he is something else sporting that black motorcycle when he’s not doing them photo shoots”

“You see these men? These are who are gonna be across your screens in the next few weeks!! Now just imagine the women.”

“On the next preview we will be introducing your favorite wild ladies! It’s your host Yanna Bailey signing out!”

How do you guys feel?😁

(Not proofread)

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Men fucking tall & insecure girl

Oh boy, it was love at first sight as soon as you crossed his path. Who said that guys only like smaller girls? Ridiculous. Even if you are 5''10 or taller, your man still treats you like a little princess, his queen.

When you are about to have your first time with him, you can't help but feel insecure about your body. Are you too tall? Too buff? Too skinny? Not enough curves? Too much curves? Luckily, he doesn't not care about it because he simply loves your body the way it is. Forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror while he is drilling into you, he says dirty praises.

"Look at that pretty slut..."

"All good for me, right?"

"You are so tight, princess."

"Spread those legs wider please, I need to fuck that pussy right now."

Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as his fat dick stretches your pussy out. His hands support your long shaky legs, making you feel so tiny in his touch. You can't think straight, all your complexes and worries melting away like snow under a burning sun. Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, his thrusts quicken until you both cum.

"Let's make kids so they grow up tall and beautiful like their mama..."

ERWIN, Jean, BERHTOLDT, Levi, NANAMI, Geto, more

[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

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,148

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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[drearystar]

Attack on Titan Head-cannons NSFW

Ft. Bertholdt, Reiner, Jean

Warnings: GN reader, talks about kinks(piss,daddy/mommy,etc)

Note(s): All characters are aged up(time skip Jean/Reiner/Bertholdt), Font changer wasn’t loading so no pretty letters, sorryyyyy:(

Bertholdt

- Bertholdt LOVES Frank Ocean’s music. Constantly playing, especially during sex.

- Not very hairy but has a nice happy trail,keeps his hair trimmed.

- Has a few beauty marks across his torso, one on the right side of his v-line.

- 9 inches, kind of thick but definitely longer, curves to the left, very veiny.

- Kinks: Praise, Dirty talk. He’s pretty vanilla but if you praise him enough and talk dirty enough to him he’ll crack and will do anything for you(not that he wouldn’t do this before).

Reiner

- Reiner loves music in general, it really depends on his mood. Usually during sex he plays Alice In Chains or Pearl Jam.

- Thick dirty blonde hair across his body. Tries to trim down there but it grows back pretty fast and he tends to forget.

- Very ticklish on his abdomen and as enticing as it is to kiss down his v-line just know he might giggle.

- 8 1/2 inches, VERY thick, pretty straight, has a few prominent veins.

- Kinks: BREEDING, Praise, Edging, Piss. He discovered he had a piss kink when he got up to use the restroom but you told him you wanted to taste it, you then continued to edge him like the good boy he is.

Jean

- Listens to a lot of 90’s R&B, classic rock, he likes older music for the most part but you can catch him listening to The Weeknd. During sex it’s The Weeknd and slow classic rock like I Need You by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

- Not much body hair but has a prominent dark happy trail that he keeps very trimmed.

- Like Bert has a few beauty marks across his skin, he has a mole on his right breast up towards his shoulder/neck area.

- 8 inches, not too thick and pretty long. Curves the slightest bit to the left. Kind of veiny, has a large vein that is on the underside of his dick.

- Kinks: Praise, Daddy/Mommy Kink(whatever you chose to be called), he LOVES role-play. Have him play the frat boy who acts like a playboy but in reality has only kissed a girl(wait this is just Jean irl anyway) and he’ll be so needy and whimper the whole time.

@drearystar all rights reserved

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

What about the aot boys reaction to a new cadet who’s insanely pretty? Like above average looks and everyone kinda has a crush on her

eren jaeger’s mad when he learns of a new cadet, the training and tryouts for the 104th squad were complete. he didn’t understand how someone could just be thrown in here but when he sees you, he doesn’t even care anymore. the only thing on his mind is the desire to know you.

armin arlert’s excited when he hears a new cadet will be joining the ranks. no shade to armin or mikasa, he could use a breath of fresh air. when he learns it’s a girl, he’s secretly happy. when he sees just what you look like, his breath gets caught in his throat and eren teases him nonstop for the next month.

jean kirstein is dying to get close to you. he wants to know you and be known by you. he’s a little corny about it, holding the door for you when you’re too far away, letting you cut the line at meal time, etc.

connie springer has no shame about how cute he finds you. he straight up tells you, in his own oddball way, of course. he’s glued to your side.

reiner braun tries to speak to you on your first day but he can’t complete a coherent sentence. tripping over his words, he accepts his defeat and walks away, leaving you confused.

bertholdt hoover’s lucky compared to reiner, in the sense of words. he manages a simple ‘hello, how are you?’ and then falls silent because he didn’t think he’d get that far.

go read my jean fic

[missesstargirl]

touchy bsf!eren and nipple playing.

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Eren was in your bed side to side with you, watching some stupid horror movie. His arms this time where around your shoulder. Friendly enough, right? You realize that his hands were slowly going towards you chest.

You didn’t care,not the first time to happen. “You know, you’re basically a human magnet,” he teased.

“Oh, please,” you shot back, poking his side. “You’re just too lazy to keep your hands to yourself.”

Eren grinned, leaning in like he was about to say something serious — but then his fingers started to do cirlcle around your clothed nipple, giving your a mock-serious squeeze. “I’m just making sure you don’t float away,” he said, deadpan.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart betrayed you with a little skip. “Yeah, right. More like you want to steal my snacks and skin products.”

He laughed, fingers now playing with the with your nipple of like a kid testing if he could push the limits. “Hey, if I’m stealing your snacks, you should be grateful I’m not stealing your dignity.”

You snorted, shoving him lightly. “You wish.”

“Honestly, I’m more interested in your nipple than your dignity,” he said with a cheeky grin — and you yelped, swatting his hand away before he could laugh too hard, make a quick notion of false pretending to leave before laying next to him again while he position himself again with his hand over your tshirt.

“Dude, what the hell?” you said, laughing despite yourself.

“Relax, I’m a professional nipple player,” he quipped, “just friendly practice.”

"You're an idiot," you mumbled, but your smile was wide. You didn't move away, though. Instead, you found your own hand reaching out, nudging his knee, a silent invitation for him to stay close.

He seemed to take it as such, because he didn't pull back. His eyes, bright with amusement, met yours. "Only for you," he said, the teasing note still there, but with an undercurrent of something softer.

Before you could retort, his hand, with a casualness that was anything but, this time again his fingers slipping under the hem of your top, not over. You tensed, a pleasant shiver running through you as his fingertips, light as air, began to circle around your skin, teasing the sensitive area.

"Still a professional," he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble that vibrated through your chest. His gaze, which had been playful, now held a hint of something more serious, more intense, fixed on your face as he watched your reaction.

You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze, and a breathless sigh escaped you. You couldn't think of a witty comeback, your mind suddenly blank except for the exquisite sensation blossoming under his touch. His fingers continued their delicate, hypnotic dance, tracing patterns that sent prickles of awareness through your entire body, making a warm sensation start downstairs. The unspoken hung heavy, a promise, a question, a lingering possibility that had always been there, just beneath the surface of your "close best friendship," now being playfully, yet undeniably, explored.

Like you weighted nothing he moved your back towards his chest, to facility both hands access under your shirt, you rested the back of your head on his should for more confort. He continued during the whole movie, playing, poking, squinting both of your tits. You could feel his hard-on on your lumbar area but decide this time was for his massage abilities only.

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got inspired by @ satoruined and her bsf gojo!!