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yall do you even like that Levi angst cuz I swear I’m about to delete it idk why I’m so embarrassed about it

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hellooooo! you should do some levi ackerman angst! like as sad as you can physically make it :D

𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓: 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You never meant to fall in love with him. But then again, he never meant to survive this long either.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: ANGST! No happy ending.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,012

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hello, my dear! I am sorry this took so long. I tried hard on this—I'm not very good at writing angst, in my opinion, but I do hope you enjoy! I feel it could've been sadder, but I (again) am not very good at angst, because I love happy endings :') 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!

“𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

You don’t knock.

You’ve knocked before—gently, uncertainly, even desperately—but the result is always the same. Silence. And the silence is worse than the storm. So now, you don’t knock. You just open the door.

His quarters are dim. Window cracked to let in the cold. The scent of rain and dust clings to the air, mingling with something faintly herbal, probably whatever tea he forgot on his desk hours ago.

He doesn’t look up.

Levi sits at the edge of his bed, one hand braced on his knee, the other holding the edge of his thigh like he’s trying to feel something that isn’t there anymore. He’s still in uniform. Still tense. Still quiet. His sword harness is folded in the corner, his cravat half-undone like he gave up halfway through undressing.

You close the door behind you and say nothing.

He finally glances at you, eyes sunken and dark.

You want to say you look tired, but that feels cruel. He always looks tired. It’s not exhaustion. It’s erosion.

Instead, you step closer, quietly enough that the floor doesn’t creak. He watches every movement, his gaze a dull flicker of something unreadable. Maybe it used to be tenderness. You can’t tell anymore.

“You didn’t come to dinner,” you say softly.

“I wasn’t hungry.”

You hesitate. “You haven’t been hungry all week.”

“Guess I haven’t been eating, then.”

Your throat tightens. It always goes like this now—soft words into sharp walls. You sit beside him anyway, your thigh brushing his. His body doesn’t flinch, but it doesn’t lean either.

The gap is a chasm. And you’re already halfway in.

He stares ahead like the wall holds all the answers. “You should stop coming here.”

You close your eyes for a second. Just a second. “Say it like you mean it.”

Levi breathes in. Slow. Cold. “You should stop coming here.”

You turn to look at him, searching his face for any betrayal—a twitch, a flicker, a whisper of guilt—but there’s nothing. Levi doesn’t beg. He doesn’t break. Not in front of you.

“I’m not going to leave just because you’re afraid,” you whisper.

His jaw tightens. That does something. Not enough. “You think this is about fear?”

You nod. “I think you’re terrified. I think it’s easier for you to push me away than to admit you want to be held.”

His laugh is so bitter it tastes like blood. “If I wanted to be held, I’d ask for it.”

“You never ask for anything, Levi.”

He turns toward you now, slowly, like it costs him something. His voice is quiet but sharp. “That’s the point.”

The silence between you swells.

You study the curve of his mouth, the lines around his eyes, the scar above his brow that only you ever touch. You remember how he kissed you once—not desperate, not rough, but like he didn’t expect to get another chance. You remember how he whispered your name in the dark. How he held your wrist like it was breakable. How he never once said I love you, but it lived in his hands every time they trembled over your skin.

“You’re trying to hurt me,” you say.

Levi nods. “I am.”

“Why?”

“Because if I do it, at least I can control it.”

The tears sting fast. You blink once, hard, to stop them.

“You don’t get to decide what hurts me, Levi,” you whisper. “You don’t get to play God with my grief just because you’re too scared to admit you care.”

His voice cracks, just barely. “This isn’t care.”

“Yes, it is,” you bite. “This is care. You’ve never been good at love, so this is how you show it. You think if you burn everything down first, you won’t have to watch it collapse. But it doesn’t work like that.”

He says nothing. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

You lean forward, desperate now, reckless. “I would rather lose you in battle than like this. At least that way I’d know it wasn’t a choice.”

His eyes flick to yours, sharp and glassy.

You reach for his hand. He doesn’t pull away.

It’s rough, cold. Your thumb brushes over the scars on his knuckles, memorizing the damage he never speaks of. “You still have time to choose something softer.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t deserve that.”

You don’t realize you're crying until his thumb catches one of your tears. Just one. The last act of kindness you’ll get from him tonight.

“I’m going to die, one day,” he murmurs. “Soon, probably. I don’t want to belong to anyone when it happens.”

Your heart breaks clean in your chest.

He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. His breath is shaky. “If you stay, I’ll kiss you. And if I kiss you, I won’t let go.”

Your voice is barely there. “Then don’t.”

He closes his eyes like the weight of your words is unbearable. His lips hover over yours. Close enough to feel, not close enough to taste. “I’m already dead, you just don’t see it yet.”

And that’s when he kisses you.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet.

It’s final.

Like a goodbye disguised as a promise. Like he’s memorizing your mouth just to destroy it.

Your fingers curl in his shirt like you can hold him here—in this moment, in this breath, in this version of him that still lets you touch him. You kiss him back like your life depends on it. Maybe it does.

But it ends too soon.

Of course it does.

He pulls back. You reach for him. He catches your wrists.

“Go,” he says. “Before I change my mind.”

You want to fight. Want to scream. Want to stay.

But his grip is shaking, and his eyes are full of something worse than sorrow... surrender.

So you leave.

You walk down the hallway with your hand over your mouth, trying not to sob loud enough for him to hear.

You never speak to him again.

ⓒ 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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[l8niteth0ts]

IT'S HAPPENING!!

Many of you have asked me for a part two of thissssss story, and I will deliver! I know I said I was working on a couple other stories, and I am! But I think this one'll be out first. Don't fret, every story will come in due time, lol.

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You guys, they need to make more Floch merch. Like I get it, 99% of the community hates him, but *I* LOVE HIM!!! And one of these days, I want to go see Matt Shipman (Floch’s English VA), and get some damn merch signed! 😭

I already have one (out of two..?) of his Weiss Schwarz cards, and I know he has 1 acrylic stand (that’s like 80 fucking USD for some reason??), but… I think that’s it? 🥲😅

Anyways, idk I’m just sad & in my feels about my man today 💔😂 If anyone knows of Floch merch that isn’t one of the aforementioned ones, PLEASE let a girl know… 💔💔💔

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HOLY BALLS THANK YALL SO MUCH!!!!!! This is amazing!!! I love yall SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!

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Nobody tagged me, LOL, but I tag @wintrrxxo and @ellapples ◡̈ No pressure! Just thought this was cute and fun!

Tag game: make yourself as a little guy

Tagged by: @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus

Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙

[l8niteth0ts]

I need him so bad it’s not funny

Immediately

I can fix him I promise

He just needs a stern woman to handle him and I CAN DO IT PLEASE

[l8niteth0ts]

just wanted to let you know that i'm binge reading all your fics but didn't want to spam like you (idk if that's negative in tumblr, but just in case), i love your writing<3 don't pressure yourself into writing if you're not in the right headspace, it's better to take a break 🥰❤️

Thank you so much! ♡ I’m not sure if spam liking is negative on Tumblr, but I don’t mind either way, lol! Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate you! ♡

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The writer’s block is so bad, I’ve literally sat down at my computer three times tonight, trying to type, and it’s just so hard. Words aren’t coming to me.

And I feel bad, because I want to get stories out again SO BADLY, but I stare at my screen for an hour and type like six sentences. 😖

Anyway, just.. really annoyed I guess. And I want you to know I’m trying my best ♡

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As a reminder, my requests are open! Currently, I am working on a Porco x Fem! Reader original, a Bertholdt x Fem! Reader request, and a Levi x Fem! Reader request! I love seeing your messages and requests, so feel free to send them over! 🤍🤍🤍

Welcome to my Requests Information page! Here, I will give you the ins and outs of requesting a fic from me.

1: Currently (as of June 10th, 2025) I am only writing for Floch Forster, Reiner Braun, Levi Ackerman, Bertholdt Hoover, and Porco Galliard. If you have somebody else to request, feel free to send it over, but I cannot promise I will fulfil it.

2: I write for afab she/her pronouns fem reader x male character. Sometimes, I will write for male character x fem reader x male character. Please keep this in mind! I hope to expand one day, but as a new writer, this is what I'm comfortable with.

3: I WILL NOT WRITE FOR: Non-Con, adult/minor dynamics, necrophilia, scat/vomit/watersports, racism/homophobia/transphobia etc, kinks I'm uncomfortable or unfamiliar with, etc. Please feel free to request what you like, and 9/10 I will work with you!

Please keep in mind that I will work on original works alongside requests, so don't fret if your request may take a little bit to show up! I promise, I'm working on it! ♡

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[l8niteth0ts]

i just took the raads-r screening to see if i might be autistic so i can bring a copy of it to my doctor, and...

i got a 191...

you're likely autistic if you score above a 65...

a..

a 65...

i'm nearly thrice the amount over that...

LMAOOOOOO anyways

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having a hyper fixation on a character that has no content is like being randomly very hungry in the middle of the night and going to the kitchen only to find out there’s absolutely nothing to eat but you’re literally so desperate and hungry so you eat even the smallest of crumbs

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓: 𝐟𝐭. 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

NSFW ALPHABET

Here are my headcanons for Floch in a modern au! 🤍😈

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,539

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)

Surprisingly gentle and caring. Brushes your hair out of your face, cleans you off with a warm towel, whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He wants to make sure you're okay, wants to make sure he wasn't too rough or too mean. He'll also grab you a snack or water if you need it.

"You alright? I wasn't too much, was I?" "You know I love you, right?" "You're amazing, baby. You're too good for me."

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

Yours: Definitely a tits guy, without a doubt. Loves to hold them, squeeze them, pinch and play with your nipples. Loves seeing the faces you make during sex when he grabs your breasts and pinches them. Loves licking and sucking on them, especially your nipples. Loves leaving hickeys on them. When not in bed, he loves your eyes. They're the window to your soul, and they're such a beautiful hue. He gets lost in them, often wondering what the hell he did to deserve you.

His: His hands. He likes watching them hold yours. Knowing they're the hands that provide for you and him. Loves watching them grab your soft flesh, leaving bruises of his love in their wake. Loves watching the soft fat of your thighs or breasts get squished beneath his fingers. Loves the way they look pumping in and out of your cunt when he fingers you.

"God, baby, that bra looks so fucking sexy on you. But it would look even sexier on the floor, don't you think?" "Your tits are so perfect, babe. Could stare at them all day." "You like the way my fingers feel, baby? What if I add one more, you can take it, right? Of course you can."

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

Floch’s a fucking menace about it. He’s the type to pull out just to watch it drip out of you—smirking like he’s proud of how messy he got you. Sometimes he’ll rub it along your body, or push it back inside with his fingers, just to make sure you know who you belong to. Loves cumming literally anywhere on you. Your tits, face, mouth, ass, stomach, inside your cunt, the list goes on. Loves the way you feel when you clench around his cock, cumming on him as he fucks you. Always lets out a deep groan every time you cum on him.

"Fuck, look at you, you dirty girl. Making a mess all over my cock, huh?" "You feel that, baby? That's my cum deep inside you. Don't worry, I won't let any of it go to waste." "Look at you, you look fucking incredible with my cum leaking out of your greedy hole. You love it too, don't you?"

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

He’s fantasized more than once about being completely powerless underneath you. Tied up, unable to move, with you riding him slow and mean, ignoring all his cursing until he’s begging. He’d never admit it out loud—hell, he’d probably snap at you if you even joked about it—but the thought of being used, overstimulated, and totally at your mercy? Makes him cum in his fist embarrassingly fast every time. He'll stare up at the ceiling afterwards feeling like he's betrayed himself.

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

You're Floch's first and only partner. He's watched porn, so he's not totally clueless, but he's never let anyone get close enough to be intimate with him. Loyalty is everything to him—he isn't the type to have a one night stand. At first, he was pretty hesitant and unsure of how best to please you, but with some trial and error, he knows your body like the back of his hand.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves it when you're face down ass up, and he's fucking you from behind. Loves to be able to slap your ass, leaving handprints in his wake. Loves to be able to grab and pull your hair, yanking you upwards to be flush against his chest. Loves to look down at you as you take what he gives you. Loves to be able to wrap his hand around your throat to yank you closer, too.

"Fuck, look at you, baby. Take it, take my fucking cock like the good slut you are." "Yeah, you like that, babe? Like it when I smack your ass, huh? Like it when I talk dirty to you, call you a whore and a slut? Yeah, I know you do."

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

No, he's not goofy at all. It took him a long time to find somebody he trusted enough to be intimate with, and he does not view sex as something comedic or funny.

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

Lowkey, I see him as being somebody who is completely shaven, because hair would be overstimulating to him. Doesn't wax, but shaves at least once a week. I also see him as someone who trims his armpit hair for the same reason, lol. Doesn't like the way the hair feels against his clothing.

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

Floch isn't very good at intimacy at first. The first time you had sex, he was pretty quiet, shy, kind of avoided eye contact. It was an overwhelming feeling for him, something he'd never experienced before. But when he does start to trust you? When he finally lets his guard down? It’s overwhelming. He’ll kiss you like the world’s ending—desperate, shaky, fingers gripping your waist like you’ll disappear. He still curses, still bites your neck a little too hard, but now it’s followed by a whispered “don’t go,” or a low, vulnerable “you’re all I fucking have.” During softer moments, he might press his forehead to yours while he’s inside you, breath hitching, trying not to feel too much—but failing.

"You still love me, right? You won't leave me?" "You're the only thing I care about in this fucking world." "God, baby, I love you. I love you so fucking much. Don't ever leave me, please."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Pretty much only masturbates when you're not there to take care of him, but he'll do his best to wait for you to get home. If you're just at work for a few hours, he'll wait. If he's at work and you've sent him pictures or videos? He'll probably find a bathroom to jack off in, because he's obsessed with seeing you, and simply can't wait a few more hours. If you're gone for a few days, and you've been sending him teasing pictures or videos? He'll FaceTime you and have phone sex with you. Hates masturbating if it doesn't include you in some way.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Power play. Choking. Light humiliation. Dirty talk. He likes to make you beg for it, just so he can tell you how needy you are before giving in. Something about watching you squirm really does it for him. Definitely has a daddy kink.

"C'mon, baby, fucking beg for it. Tell me how much you need me, need my cock." "Tell Daddy what you want, and he'll give it to you." "Such a fucking slut for Daddy, aren't you? You're so drunk on my dick you can't even respond properly."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Prefers to be in a private spot, but it isn't limited to the bedroom. The bathroom, kitchen, living room, his office, a public restroom... If the mood strikes and you're not home, he will find a spot where you two can slip away unnoticed.

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

You, of course. Loves when you wear skimpy lingerie around the house, when you send him nudes or teasing photos and videos. But to be honest, he gets turned on even by normal selfies and pictures of you. He can't help it, he just loves you so much, and you're just so beautiful.

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

Not into pegging. Nope, nope, nope. No matter how many times you ask him, he is not doing that.

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

He loves both, but I see Floch loving receiving a little more. Not saying he doesn't enjoy giving you oral, oh no. He just prefers seeing the way you take his cock in your mouth, loves to see how far it can go down your throat. Loves when your eyes tear up, and your makeup runs down your face. Loves watching your cheeks turn red from the lack of oxygen, and he loves to hold your head still as he fucks his dick into your throat.

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

Fast and rough usually, but if he's had a bad day, or feels extra in need of comfort, it's slow and sensual. Loves dominating you, controlling you, and watching you fall apart for him. But he does occasionally enjoy the slow sweet sex where he tells you endlessly how much he loves you, and how he feels he doesn't deserve you.

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

Floch much prefers to have all the time in the world when you have sex, but he's not one to say no to a quickie. Just as long as he can find a decent private spot to fuck you.

"God, baby, you're so irresistible I can't wait any longer." "No, I'm not waiting 'til we're home—you decided to come to this event looking like that, and I need you right now."

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

Floch doesn't mind experimenting with new positions, methods, toys, etc. so long as it leaves him in control. And as much as he'd love for you to dominate once, leaving him feeling helpless, he's too shy to say so. Maybe one day he'll confess, but he doesn't see it happening any time soon—he's too prideful. He also is a little bit of a risk taker, like if you're in public and he drags you to the nearest bathroom to fuck you, but he isn't like super crazy into risk taking.

"C'mon, babe. I got this new toy I want to try on you. You'll be good for me, and let me try it, won't you?" "I saw that TikTok video you reposted... Yeah, that one. Want to try it out?" "I read some of your book on your nightstand while you were in the shower. You're into that stuff? I didn't know. I'm down to do it for you, if you want... Hey, don't look at me like that!"

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

Floch usually can last two rounds. A third leaves him feeling overstimulated and uncomfortable. His rounds usually last ten minutes or so, because he edges himself. He doesn't want to cum too soon, especially not before you. So when he's fucking you, if he feels it coming, he'll stop thrusting, and stay still inside of you while he lazily rubs your clit and your nipples.

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

Yes! I definitely see him having some vibrators in his collection for you. I can also envision a pair of remote control vibrating panties that he can use to tease you with in public, especially if you two are at an event that you'd much rather not be at. Will have the smuggest face while using it, too. Isn't a fan of using toys on himself, or having you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A looooooooot. A lot. Depending on the day he's had, he very well could bring you to an orgasm multiple times, without letting you cum. He very well could leave you like that for the rest of the night, too.

"You're close, baby? Yeah? You wanna cum? Not yet," he'll say as he removes his fingers from your cunt for the fifth time this evening. "F-Floch, please!" You'll cry out, tears running down your cheeks. His cock will twitch in his pants as he drinks in the sight of you, and he'll shake his head. "Not yet, princess. Wanna see how much longer I can do this to you."

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

He's not too loud, but not too quiet. He'll grunt and groan as he thrusts into you. He'll let out a soft moan when he puts himself in your cunt the first time every time, relishing in the way your tight, wet walls grip and suck his length. He loves it when you're loud, though. Screaming, begging, crying—all for him.

"Let me hear you baby, come on." "Who's pussy is this, huh? Who do you belong to? Who fucks you this good?"

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

Floch has a thing for recording you. Not in a creepy, behind your back kind of way—he asks (usually with a smug little grin and a “c’mon, just one time, baby”), but he gets off on seeing you fall apart for him on camera. He keeps the videos private, password protected under a folder called "DO NOT FUCKING OPEN", and only watches them when he’s alone when he's thinking about you. He likes rewinding to the exact moment your breath hitches, or you say his name in that shaky voice that makes him lose it. He absolutely loves when you send him voice notes or nudes while he’s at work. Will duck into the nearest empty bathroom to jerk off to them, then send you a pic of the mess with a nasty caption like: “Look what you fuckin’ did. Hope you’re proud of yourself.”

Bonus: Floch gets weirdly possessive after sex—like, instantly. He’ll fuck you like he’s proving a point, leave marks all over you, and then flop down beside you all sweaty and smug. But the second he sees you getting up to get dressed? Suddenly he’s tugging you back, mumbling, “Where the hell d’you think you’re going?” like you’re abandoning him. He won’t say it, but post-sex cuddling calms his brain in a way nothing else does. He’ll act like he’s annoyed about it the whole time—grumbling, rolling his eyes, maybe saying, “you better not tell anyone I’m doing this fucking shit,” while burying his face in your neck and practically wrapping his whole body around you like a blanket. Under all the attitude and ego, he’s touch-starved as hell.

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

Floch’s got that lean, athletic dick energy. Not thick enough to be overwhelming, but long enough to hit just right—especially when he’s got you bent over something and doesn’t shut up about how good you feel. He’s got a light curve that angles up, which makes him obnoxiously smug about hitting your g-spot/cervix like it’s his job. “You feel that? Yeah, I know you do.”

He lives for the way your legs shake when he grinds in slow and deep—it’s practically a game to see how wrecked he can get you without even speeding up. And size-wise, he’s around 6.5–7 inches hard—which he absolutely rounds up and brags about constantly. Especially when you’re sore the next day.

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

He's got a pretty high sex drive. Likes to have sex every night, or every other night. It's a way for him to feel closer to you, to bond in a sense. But if you're tired or not feeling it, he's not upset. He might go take a shower and jack off to videos or pictures of you if he's really horny and you're not, but he usually tries his best to wait for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It usually takes Floch a little bit to fall asleep after sex, around thirty to fourty-five minutes or so. That's because it takes Floch a while to fall asleep, anyways. He struggled with insomnia as a teenager and young adult, and now that he's older, he sometimes still experiences it. It became easier to sleep once you came into his life, though. He's forever grateful for you. He'll slowly rub your back or brush your hair as you lie on his chest, and he'll smile softly at the sounds of your soft breathing once you've fallen asleep. You've got him wrapped around your finger without even trying.

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

Reiner is super loving and caring after sex. He'll typically finish inside of you, and pull you close immediately after, still inside of you. He'll brush your hair softly, kissing your forehead as he whispers sweet nothings to you. He'll praise you, telling you how good you were during sex. He'll also constantly reminds you how much he loves you.

"You're amazing. You're so beautiful, baby. I love you." "You're so good to me, princess. How did I get so lucky?" "I'm the luckiest man alive. I love you so much, darlin'. Don't ever forget it."

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

Yours: Reiner loves your ass, lol. He's always smacking it, squeezing it, pinching it, staring at it. He loves seeing you wearing tight pants or skirts, and loves being able to see the shape of your cheeks through your clothing. Loves the way you look in a thong, too.

His: Reiner likes his muscles. He loves knowing that he's strong, and able to hold you and carry you easily. He also loves knowing how much you love his muscles. It makes him feel proud.

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

Reiner’s a groaner, and he loves cumming inside of your pussy. He’s got a bit of a breeding kink—lowkey or highkey, depending on his mood. Holding you close after, whispering shit like “you take it so well,” like it’s the most intimate thing in the world. He loves to push his cum back inside of you if it starts to dribble out, never wanting a drop to get wasted. He usually only cums inside of you, but if you don't want him to, he'll cum on your stomach.

"Take it, baby, take my cum. Gonna fill you up, fill you with my kids." "You'll make a great momma, you're gonna look so pretty with my kid inside of you."

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

Reiner has a panty kink. He loves finding your used panties in your laundry basket, sniffing them, immediately getting hard at the thought of you wearing them previously. He will tuck them into his pocket, and carry them to the bathroom to masturbate with them in his hands. Sometimes, he'll masturbate with your panties in the same hand as the one he's using to stroke himself. He will put them back into your laundry basket when he's done, and he prays you never find out about his little secret.

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

Reiner is a little experienced, nothing too crazy. He had a couple of girlfriends back in high school and college, but only went all the way with two of them. So, he’s a little experienced. He knows how to listen to what you want, and he’s good at giving it to you. He’s a quick learner, and he’s eager to please. He loves drawing out little whimpers and moans from you, so he’ll do whatever he needs to to make you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Reiner loves when you ride him. He loves when you lean forward, and kiss him as you fuck yourself silly on top of him. He loves to grab your hips or your ass, and hold you still as he fucks up into you when your legs get tired.

He also loves missionary. He loves towering over you, his hands on either side of your head as he looms above you. He loves to push your legs as far up as they can go, and grip the backs of your thighs as he pummels himself into you at a relentless pace.

“You’re so beautiful, darlin’. You feel so f-fucking good, too.” “Holy shit, baby, you were fucking m-made for me.” “You take my cock so well, princess, I-I love you so much.”

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

He can be a little goofy during sex—he likes to make jokes occasionally to keep things light if you're feeling uncomfortable due to the size of him, but he doesn't joke too often.

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

Reiner's got a nice dark blonde patch of hair that he trims regularly, and he has a dark blonde happy trail leading down his naval to his groin.

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

Oh, he is very intimate. He makes love more than he fucks, but don't get me wrong, he can very easily do both. He makes sure to tell you how much he loves you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life. He tells you repeatedly how much he wants you to be his wife and the mother of his children.

"Love you so much, baby. I-I love you so, so much." "You'd look so pretty pregnant with m-my babies, princess. You'd make the most p-perfect mother." "Can't wait to make you my wife, darlin'. N-Need you around forever. Want you to be mine, o-only mine."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a little more frequently than others, but nothing out of the ordinary. If you're not home and he's horny, he'll open his gallery to photos and videos of you and get to work. If he's at work and you've sent him nudes, he'll run to the bathroom really quick to jerk one out, making sure to record it and send it to you, telling you how he can't wait to fuck you when he gets home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, size kink, strength kink, breeding kink, spit kink. Reiner loves it when you tell him he's a good boy, that he fucks you so good and so much better than anyone else, that he's doing a good job. He loves how much bigger he is than you, and how large his cock is inside of you—he loves knowing that it stretches you out deliciously every time. He loves how strong he is, and how he can loom over you and pin your wrists atop your head, leaving you helpless and unable to break free. He loves the thought of filling you with his cum, with his children—loves to think of you as his pretty little pregnant wife. He loves to spit on your pussy before he eats it, loves it when you stick out your tongue so he can spit on it—loves watching you swallow it, too. He also loves when you spit on his cock before shoving it in your mouth.

"That feel good, baby? You like the way my big fat cock stretches out you tiny little cunt, huh? Yeah, you do. Tell me how good it feels, princess." "Open wide, darlin'." He'll spit in your mouth, watching as you swallow the glob of saliva, and his stomach will twist in delight. "So fucking sexy, darlin'. You're such a good girl."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is his favorite, but he's no stranger to fucking you in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, shower, or rest rooms in public. But he likes to have sex in bed, where you can ride him, or he can hover over you and look deep into your eyes.

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

His thoughts. You could be doing something as innocent as eating dinner while watching a movie, and he can't help but watch you put your fork in your mouth, wishing it was his cock instead.

"Baby," he'll whine softly, setting the remote down. You'll look at him with a soft smile, and sigh playfully. "Yes, Rei?" He'll look you up and down, and you already know what he's asking for. "C'mon," you'll chuckle, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the bedroom.

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

Hmm, I don't really think Reiner would be into degradation too much. The occasional "dirty girl" or "needy girl" will pass his lips, but never "whore, slut, bitch," etc. He knows it's in the heat of the moment, and he knows you know it's not how he really feels, but he can't help but feel bad.

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

REINER IS A MUNCHHHHH!!! He loves having his face between your thighs, licking and lapping and slurping at your cunt like a man starved. He loves it when you squeeze your plush thighs against his head, pulling him closer. He loves to stick his tongue inside your pussy while his fingers work your clit, moaning inside of you due to the noises you make yourself. Will definitely make you cum more than once just from cunnilingus.

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

I think Reiner would be slow and sensual more often than fast and rough, but he is totally down for both. He wants you to know that he loves you—wants you to know how much he loves you, so he likes when it's slow. It's easier to kiss you, to caress you, to whisper in your ear. But if you ask for it faster, harder, rougher? He will deliver.

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

He loves them. We know he’s all about slow, sensual sex, but there’s something about the desperation of a quickie that drives him crazy. Maybe it’s the thrill. Maybe it’s how your moans echo in his head for the rest of the day.

“C’mere. Just five minutes. I need you.” “You’re gonna get me fired,” he growls against your neck, grinding into you in a half-cleaned storage closet. “Shit—don’t make noise. You know what that does to me.”

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

More than he’ll ever admit out loud. He’s so paranoid about getting caught, but the second you give him that look? All logic goes out the window. He’s especially weak for things like car sex in a dark parking lot or slipping his hand between your thighs under a table at dinner.

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

He has absurd stamina. Man is built like a tank and fucks like it, too. One round? That’s just the warm-up. Two rounds? Expected. Three? He’s still rock hard. He’ll go until you give up—and even then, he might just pull you into his lap and keep grinding.

“You said one more round. That was two rounds ago.” You'll tell him, face flushed and overstimulated. “What’s wrong, baby? Too sensitive?” He'll ask with a smirk. “I’ll stop if you really want me to… but you don’t, do you?”

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

Reiner owns a couple of vibrators for you, after you asked him if he'd be okay with using them. He loves using them on you, watching you come apart due to his cock inside of you and the toy abusing your clit. He doesn't use toys on himself, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He pretends he’s not a tease—but he totally is. He gets off on drawing things out: letting his fingers dance over your thighs, kissing everywhere but where you need, dragging your pleasure to the brink over and over. And when you beg? That’s his reward.

“Use your words. You want something, ask for it.” “Aww. Is my baby getting desperate already?” “I love seeing you like this… trembling just from my fingers.”

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

Man is loud. Reiner has no shame when it comes to being vocal. He will moan, groan, grunt, and praise you like there's no tomorrow. He knows his voice turns you on, and you love listening to his sounds of pleasure, so he makes sure to be extra noisy just for you.

"F-Fuck, baby, you're so fucking—hahhh—tight. Fuckin' pussy feels so Goddamn good, princess."

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

We've discussed how Reiner likes when you ride him, but he secretly loves it when you ride him and he gets to just lay there, watching you. We all know Reiner works out like a machine, has broad shoulders and thick thighs that could crush a watermelon, and when he wants to, he can absolutely rail you into the mattress like a man possessed. But secretly? His favorite thing is when you climb on top and take control—when he can just lay back, muscles slack, jaw hanging open while you bounce on his cock and make him fall apart.

There's something deeply intimate in the way he looks at you in those moments—like you're the only thing in the world that matters. He’ll watch you with those heavy-lidded eyes, hands gripping your hips just barely, not to guide you, but to feel you. He moans deep and low, head tossed back on the pillow, abs flexing as he fights not to cum too soon. You’ll hear a string of desperate praises slip out of that usually composed mouth:

“You look so fucking good like that...” “Riding me like you own me—fuck, baby, I can’t take it...” “I’m close—please, just a little more, don’t stop—shit—”

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

Big dick energy! Reiner's big and he knows it. Reiner is around 7.5 to 8 inches long, and he is very girthy. Every time with Reiner, it's like your first all over again. He stretches you out, and almost always knocks the air out of your lungs. You always need a minute to adjust, but he doesn't mind. If anything, it makes him feel more confident in himself.

"How does it feel, baby?" He'll ask. "Fuck, Rei," you'll whimper. "Y-You're so big, I-I can barely t-take it." "But I know you can," he'll smirk, pushing more of his thick cock inside your tight walls. "You always do."

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

He's got a pretty high sex drive, he likes to have sex at least a few times a week. Preferably once a day, but he understands life happens. If you're busy, tired, not in the mood—no harm no foul! He's more than happy to lie in bed with you, and cuddle.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reiner's quick to fall asleep in your arms after sex—he can't help it. He feels so safe and warm in your grasp, and it makes him feel right at home. He'll softly run his fingers up and down your back until he falls asleep, and he usually snores lol.

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

Levi is meticulous. Even if the sex was rough or hurried, he always takes a moment afterward to make sure you’re okay—wiping you down with a warm cloth, adjusting your clothes, smoothing your hair back. He doesn’t say much, but his actions scream "I care." He’s not one for cuddling, but if you’re already curled into his side? He won’t move. Not for a long time.

"You’re shaking. Breathe with me." "Don’t move, I’ll get a towel." "Tch... idiot. You should know I care, even if I don’t say it every five seconds."

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

Yours: Your hands. He won't admit it, but Levi watches the way your fingers move—touching things, touching him. When your fingers dig into his hair, clutch his shirt, or drag down his back? Yeah. That’s when his control starts to fray. Also loves your neck, and the feeling of your pulse beneath his hands.

His: His forearms. He’s proud of how strong and steady they are—and he knows you are too when he’s holding your wrists down.

"Keep your chin up. Want to see that pretty little neck of yours." "I could snap it if I wanted to… good thing I like you." "Don’t talk. Just let me feel your pulse against my palm."

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

He’s not messy. He prefers finishing inside—it’s intimate, grounding, and he knows exactly how your body clenches around him when he does. He’ll pull out and clean you up immediately, but not without watching for a moment, silently admiring the mess he made.

"Gonna take it all. You better not waste a drop." "Open your legs. I want to see how much you can hold." "Tch… making a mess already? Sloppy."

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

Levi has a quiet oral fixation. It’s not just that he loves going down on you (though he does, intensely), he likes seeing you with something in your mouth, especially his fingers. When you suck on them lazily, eyes half-lidded? He has to fight the urge to take you right then and there.

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

He’s not a playboy, but he’s definitely experienced. Any partners he’s had were few, but he paid attention—and he’s a perfectionist in every area, including sex. He knows what works, knows how to read your body like a map, and he has unreal control over his stamina. He learns you fast and doesn’t need to be told twice.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes missionary—not because it’s basic, but because it lets him watch every single reaction you have. He can see the way your face twists when he changes angles, the way your chest rises and falls, the way your legs tighten around him. Bonus points if your hands are pinned.

Runner-up? Sitting on his lap, facing him. Quiet, intimate, and very hard for him to resist.

"Keep your eyes open." "You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished." "Hold still. I want to watch every second of this."

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

He’s not goofy. At all. The closest he gets is a faint smirk when you say something ridiculous in bed—and if you fluster him, maybe a low “tch.” But he’ll definitely remember it and bring it up later just to watch you squirm.

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

Groomed, but natural. He keeps things trimmed for hygiene but isn’t bare. The same goes for his chest: light trail below his navel, nothing overly styled. It’s clean, efficient, and very Levi.

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

It takes him a long time to open up, but once he does? He’s quietly intense. He shows love through actions—fixing your clothes, making sure you eat, touching you without needing a reason. During sex, it’s in the way he holds eye contact, grips your hand, whispers your name like a prayer. You’ll never doubt how he feels—not because he says it, but because he shows it in every deliberate, tender motion.

"You’re mine. Don’t forget it." "I’ve got you. Just breathe." "...I don’t say it often, but...fuck—I love you."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely. Levi’s got too much control for that, and he’s usually too busy or too tired. But when he does? It’s methodical. Usually late at night, in silence, thinking about the way you looked the last time you came for him. And he always finishes fast, efficient, like everything else.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s into control. Not full-blown dom/sub, but he likes being the one in charge—holding you down, telling you what to do, keeping you still when you’re squirming too much. He also has a thing for power dynamics—not in a degrading way, but the contrast of his cold demeanor and how desperate you get underneath him? Yeah, he lives for that shit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere private. Levi’s not into public play or getting caught. He likes beds, couches, anywhere clean and quiet. If you’re somewhere secure, like a locked office or something, he might bend the rules, especially if you beg.

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

Touch. He won’t always say when he’s in the mood, but if you touch him the right way—dragging your fingers down his back, kissing his neck, whispering something filthy in his ear—he’ll snap. Also? If you’re wearing his shirt. Or nothing at all. He’ll act unaffected until he’s slamming you into the mattress five minutes later.

"On your knees. Now." "You know what that look does to me, don’t act stupid." "I don’t need a reason. Just seeing you like this is enough."

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

He has firm boundaries—no real degradation, no play-acting like you're weak or helpless. He doesn’t want to pretend to hurt you; he’s seen too much real pain. Anything that feels too performative or crosses into disrespect? He’ll shut it down instantly. But if it’s about control and intensity without humiliation? He’s all in.

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

Giving: He’s precise and relentless—when he goes down on you, it’s not about getting it over with. He’s focused, steady, obsessed with the way you fall apart. It’s not just a means to an end—he takes pride in it. Definitely prefers giving over receiving.

Receiving: He’s quiet, tense, trying not to react. He won’t ask for it, but if you go down on him willingly? He’ll grip your hair with trembling hands, and let out the kind of low, bitten-off moan that’ll haunt your dreams.

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

Measured. Controlled. Punishing. He’s rarely rough for the sake of it—unless you ask. His usual rhythm is deep, steady, and intentional. He wants you gasping, trembling, right on the edge for as long as he can keep you there. But once he knows you're close, he’ll drive into you harder, focused on pulling every last drop of pleasure out of you.

"Don’t squirm. Take it." "I want you to feel this tomorrow." "You wanted it rough. So take it rough."

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

Only if it’s absolutely necessary. He prefers to take his time and hates rushing things, especially something as intimate as sex. But if the tension’s high and you’re alone in a safe space, he’ll pin you to the wall, hand over your mouth, and finish with a quiet groan in your ear before cleaning you up like nothing happened.

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

He’s too tactical for real risk, but controlled chaos? Now that, he can do. Silent, secretive trysts during late-night shifts. Low grunts and stifled gasps as he takes you in hidden corners of wherever you are. He knows how to stay unnoticed, and that’s what makes it fun.

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

Insane. This man is a literal machine. He can go for multiple rounds if you want, but more often than not, he’ll make one round feel like an entire night. He’ll edge you for as long as you can take it, not letting up until your body’s limp and your throat is raw from begging.

"Not done yet." "What, you thought one round was enough?" "Tch. You’re the one who kept begging. Don’t start tapping out now."

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

Not many. He doesn’t trust easily, and putting tools between him and your body isn’t his first choice. Maybe a set of handcuffs or rope if you really wanted to experiment—but only if you trust him enough to let him restrain you. Otherwise, his hands are more than enough.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Levi can be very unfair in bed. Especially if you’ve been a brat. He’ll tease you with slow strokes, quiet commands, intense eye contact—holding you on the edge until you’re nearly sobbing for it. All while staying calm and composed like it’s nothing. He lives for your frustration.

"You think I’m gonna let you cum just because you said ‘please’? Ha. Try harder." "Hands behind your back. You don’t get to touch me until I say so." "You're dripping already? Pathetic."

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

He’s quiet. Always. Maybe a few soft grunts, clipped sighs, your name hissed through clenched teeth—but when he really loses control? That low, almost-growling moan he lets out when he finishes is rare, rough, and addictive.

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

He has a thing for vulnerability—yours and his. He doesn’t just want your body; he wants the parts you hide from everyone else. Let him see your fear, your trust, your pleasure all tangled together, and you’ll unlock a side of him that’s utterly worshipful. He won’t say it, but deep down? He needs you to see past his walls.

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

Lean, solid, and way stronger than he looks. Broad shoulders, tight waist, defined back muscles. Not overly bulky. About 6 inches when hard, a slight lean to the left. Not too long, not too girthy, quite literally just the perfect size and shape.

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

He tries to suppress it. He has to. But his need for you runs deep—and when it breaks through, it’s explosive. If you’re away too long? He’ll snap. If you’re hurt? He’ll damn near fall apart. Levi aches in silence, loves with intensity, and fucks like a man who doesn’t know if he’ll get another chance.

"Look at me. I want to see the exact moment you fall apart." "You're tighter than usual. Nervous? Or just that desperate?" "Don’t hide your face. I want to see what I do to you."

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes a while to fall asleep. Facing you, always. He’s not the type to wrap you up, but he’ll lie close, arm stretched so you can rest on it. Sometimes his fingers trace your skin absentmindedly—a silent lullaby. He doesn’t sleep much, but when he’s next to you? His guard drops just enough to drift off.

ⓒ 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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Here are my headcanons for Bertholdt in a modern au!

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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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Here are my headcanons for Porco in a modern au!

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

Porco pretends he doesn’t give a damn, but he’s surprisingly attentive once the heat dies down. He’ll grumble about you being “needy” while pulling you into his chest and running his fingers up and down your back. If you’re sore, he’ll massage you—not without teasing—but he’s clearly focused on your comfort.

“Tch… can’t even take it without falling apart, huh? … C’mere. I’ll take care of you.”

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

Yours: Your thighs—they drive him insane. He loves seeing them spread open for him, or wrapped around his waist, or clenched around his head. He’ll mark them up with his teeth, just to watch you squirm.

His: His eyes. He surprisingly doesn't feel super confident all the time, and he's really only ever been complimented on his eyes. Plus, you say they're the prettiest eyes you've ever seen, therefore he must agree, right?

“You really think I wasn’t gonna leave a few souvenirs here, baby?”

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

He’s a little possessive, and it shows—he likes cumming on you, in you, anywhere that claims you as his. There’s something about watching it drip out of you that gets his chest tight and cock hard all over again.

“Fuck… look at you. God, you wear me so well.”

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

He’s fantasized about you catching him jerking off to your photos. It’s humiliating, and that’s part of the appeal—especially the idea of you watching without saying anything until he cums all over his hand, panting your name.

“Yeah, I’ve done it. Thought about you with your fingers buried deep in your pussy while I stroked my cock. Happy now?”

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

He’s had a decent amount—not a total playboy, but confident enough to know what he’s doing. That said, he hasn’t felt much until you. Sex with you hits different, and it scares the shit out of him.

“I’ve fucked people before, but this? With you? It’s not the same. Don’t make me say it again.”

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s a fan of missionary with your knees pressed to your chest, because he can watch your face twist up while he fucks into you hard and deep. But he also loves riding—watching you take control makes him lose it.

“You look so good like this. Bet you can feel every inch, huh?”

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

Not really. He might crack the occasional sarcastic remark or smirk at your reactions, but once he’s in it, he’s intense. Passion over playfulness, though he’ll tease you relentlessly outside of sex.

“The sounds you make are so fucking cute it’s pissing me off.”

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

He likes it natural, whatever that means for you. Clean and soft is his only real preference. If you let him run his fingers through your hair while you go down on him? He’s done for.

“Don’t stop. Just like that. Fuck, you look so good with your mouth full.”

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

Porco feels too much. That’s why he pretends not to. He fucks like he’s got something to prove—rough, possessive, breathless—but when he softens, it’s painfully sincere. You’ll know it when he lets you hold his face, or when he whispers your name like it’s the only word he knows.

“I don’t do this with just anyone. You know that, right?”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off to thoughts of you all the time, sometimes while you’re in the next room. It’s a control thing, a craving. You make him feral, and he’d rather relieve the pressure than act on it right away. Unless you catch him.

“You gonna help or just stand there watching me, baby?”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Corruption kink, degradation/praise mix, light choking, oral fixation, possessiveness, overstimulation. He likes to be a little mean, but only if he knows you like it, and when you moan from it? He’s gone.

“You were such a good girl until I got my hands on you. Now look at you.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Private places, he needs control. He’s not a public risk-taker unless he's feeling particularly unhinged. Bedrooms, showers, and locked rooms are all fair game.

“The second that door locks, I’m bending you over.”

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

Jealousy. Vulnerability. Seeing you wear his clothes. Getting bossed around or challenged. That look in your eye when you know exactly what he wants but you make him beg anyway.

“Keep looking at me like that and I swear to God—come here.”

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

He’s not into full-on humiliation, anything that crosses true disrespect or dehumanization. He won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with, even if he pretends not to care. Safe words are honored immediately.

“You say stop, it stops. Got it?”

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

He lives for receiving—your mouth on him is enough to make him go weak. But he also loves giving, and he’s damn good at it. Loves the control it gives him and the power it gives you when you pull his hair and beg for more.

“Fuck, you taste so good. Keep moaning like that for me.”

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

Rough and fast, especially when he’s wound up. But if you’re being sweet, if you kiss his throat or whisper how good he feels, he’ll slow down just enough to make it last—and to make you beg for more.

“You want it rough, or should I make you cry for it, sweetheart?”

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

Yes: a sucker for desperate moments. Quick handjobs in alleyways, messy oral in the car, grinding in a supply closet. If you’re turned on and tell him, he’s already pulling your pants down.

“We’ve got five minutes. That’s more than enough time to ruin you.”

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

Some risk excites him—you sneaking into his room during the night, biting your lip in front of a mirror where someone might walk in. But full-on public sex? Not unless he’s really sure no one’s around.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy. … You know I’m into it though, right?”

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

High. Cocky attitude, and years of pent-up aggression—he’ll go until you’re crying from overstimulation or your legs give out. And even then? He’ll hold you up.

“You said one more round. Don’t act shy now.”

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

He didn’t use them before you, but now he’s obsessed with seeing you fall apart on a toy he controls. Bullet vibrators, cock rings, even handcuffs if you’re into it—he’s game if it makes you scream.

“Let’s see how many times this makes you cum without even touching you.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not always, but when he’s in the mood? He can be evil. The type to pull back when you’re seconds from climax, pin your hands down, and make you earn it. He loves seeing you frustrated and desperate.

“Aw, poor thing. You wanna cum? Then fucking beg for it.”

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

Grunts, gasps, breathy moans—he’s vocal. Especially when he’s close. You’ll get growled praises, filthy demands, and the occasional choked-out curse. He’ll whisper your name like a confession.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good. I can’t— I’m gonna cum—”

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

He has a biting kink. It’s half possessive, half primal. He wants to leave marks—shoulder, thigh, inner wrist—somewhere people won’t see, but you’ll know. You mark him too? He’ll fuck you stupid.

“You want people knowing who you belong to? Then hold still.”

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

Above average in length, around seven inches or so, thick, and curved slightly upward. Veiny, warm, and honestly a little too much when he’s worked up. He knows it, too—and he’ll make sure you feel every inch.

“Tch… already whining and I haven’t even put it in all the way.”

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

His yearning is desperate but hidden. He’ll act like he can take it or leave it—until he can’t. When he misses you, it hits like a freight train. He’ll fuck you slow and deep like he’s making up for every second apart.

“I missed you. Didn’t know how bad ‘til I had you under me again.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you wear him out, he’s out like a light. Otherwise? He stays up and watches you, fingers tracing your skin lazily, mind running wild with things he doesn’t know how to say.

“You’re still awake too? …Good. Don’t wanna let go 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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