A/N: Since I was missing a few characters in the first part, I just worked on a second part! I'm sorry it took so long, but I was having some trouble writing the headcanons for Zeke.
Warnings: +18 CONTENT, GN.Reader, Kinky stuff, a little bit of angst, size kink, aged up, short modern AU at Connie´s
Part 1
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Reiner Braun:
Princess/Prince treatment in bed
This man loves your body and he lets you feel it again and again
Loves any position where he can see your body in full view
Always caresses your cheek or sides with his rough hands. You usually also caress his chest or cheek
When he kisses your neck (which he loves to do, by the way), his little beard tickles your skin and makes you shiver
Whimpers softly in your ear, but sometimes tries to make it sound like a growl. When he whimpers loudly and doesn't hide it, you know he's really enjoying it
"God, you feel like heaven… how did I ever deserve you?"
Even cried once because he felt so safe and comfortable with you
Huge ass lover! Always has a hand on your ass or spanks it carefully
Whimpers your name and presses his fingertips firmly into your skin when he cums
Berthold Hoover (yes, I´m using his real name-):
This boy is BIG
A happy trail that leads to the happy meal, if you know what I mean *wink wink*
Size kink! He keeps noticing how small you are compared to him, and it always turns him on
Mostly loves it when you ride him. Your face pressed against his chest and his hands on your back.
Most of all, he loves fingering you. He shows you how well he can handle his long fingers, and he hits every spot perfectly
Moans very quietly into your ear, but usually holds it back because he wants to hear you
"A-are you okay…? I'm not hurting you, right?" is still a nervous and shy baby
"Y-you look great, darling… I can't believe how well you can take me…" praises you all the time
Often lifts your hips up, to help you moving
Always kisses you passionately and deeply when he cums
Connie Springer:
He can't take anything seriously, and sex is no exception
Sometimes makes daddy or mommy jokes
But when he's about to come, he clings to you tightly, whimpers and moans loudly, and squeezes his eyes shut
Stares at your naked body and even drools a few times (He barked once and immediately regretted it when you got dressed again-)
"For fuck's sake…! Why do you have to feel so good!?"
Sometimes pinches or slaps your ass just to see your reaction
This man loves doggy style and you can't change my mind, fight me
It turns him on when you compliment him. Whether it's about his looks, his moves, or something he's pretty good at
Fucks you so hard and fast like there's no tomorrow
Would smoke a cigarette after sex and take a picture of the two of you (mordern au)
Zeke Yeager:
A total gentleman
Caresses your sides, your thighs, and your cheek
Kisses your neck and when he tickles you with his beard, he giggles softly with you
Prefers slow and passionate sex. He wants to take his time with you and sees sex only as a sign of love
Was incredibly depressed that he had to go to Paradise to help Reiner and Berthold because you weren't allowed to go with him
Moans and growls softly in your ear over and over again. He's not particularly loud in bed, but he's not quiet either
"I love your body… your voice… everything…" bro is so in love with you, it hurts him
Missionary is definitely his favorite position. Being able to look deep into your eyes, kiss you, and touch you everywhere makes him jump inside. But he also likes to try other positions if you want him to
He speeds up a bit when he's close to orgasm, and his thrusts also get deeper
He always wants to make sure you come first before he does. It's fulfilling to know he made you come
Colt Grice (my poor baby-):
A cutie potato
He desperately wants a family and doesn't care if the children are adopted or from you two
Always compliments you and kisses you gently
He always holds your hand when he touches you
Missionary is his favorite because he wants to look into your eyes (yes, very romantic, ik-)
Always takes care of you because he doesn't want you to hurt yourself or force yourself through anything
"Do you feel good too? 'Cause… god, I feel amazing…"
Every now and then he squeezes your hand tightly and moans softly into your shoulder or neck
Drunk sex is the best with him, I promise. Since he sometimes drinks a lot, he wants you even more, and he's usually wilder then than when he's sober
Always kisses you when he comes and turns bright red because you came because of him too. He always brings you to orgasm first!
Since my last Dom reader idea was liked I decided to try and write more sub Levi because he needs pampering.
I think Levi would be a titty man. Like. If you’re taller than him (unlike me lol) expect him to just. Faceplant on your boobies.
He loves both woman and man tits. Doesn’t matter if they’re big or small. Soft with fat or hard with muscles.
He lives by the “world hard and cold, tiddies soft and warm” creed.
Even when you’re not doing anything sexual he’d use them as a pillow, letting you hug him from behind, his head firmly on your chest. He just melts against them.
I know y’all love rough Levi, but I think he’d be gentle while touching you. He won’t bite your tits or pinch them. Boobies are sacred to him.
You just don’t disrespect the Tits(™).
Let him try to suffocate himself between your boobs as you slowly ride him.
Cradle him and let him suckle them as you gently jerk him off.
Offer him a boob job when he’s especially stressed, the sensation of your tiddies against his cock is enough to make him short circuit.
Levi.exe stopped working.
He won’t admit it but he always cums super hard and fast when you do that. Just keep going until his eyes are rolling back and he’s a gasping mess and he’ll be able to sleep like an angel.
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So I know that everyone looks at Erwin and all of you think “daddy dom”. I mean. FAIR. But. Hear me out. He’s the Commander that sends young soldiers to their death and it weighs heavily in his conscience. I think he’d love to let go of all that responsibility, so I offer you…Sub Erwin that just wants to be told what to do and be a Good Boy.
I think he’d love to have a bit of pain in the experience.
Make him kneel and tie him up with cute red ropes. Tie his cock too, so that he won’t be able to cum unless you tell him to.
Then, tease him.
He’ll probably love to have you spank him or use a riding crop on his ass until it’s red and it stings to sit.
I think he’d love to be pegged too. Because you can’t tell me they didn’t have sex toys in canon. Human kind had their oldest dildos made 28.000 years ago, you telling me these people wouldn’t have them? I doubt it.
So. Pegging. He likes it a bit rough, but please praise him during it.
Pound him on the mattress as you tell him he’s so beautiful, letting you have him like that. Or have him ride you at a slow pace and just thrust in him every now and then to watch him arch deliciously.
He’s really disciplined so he’ll come only when you tell him to, so feel free to use him as your personal sex toy. Have him eat you out/suck you off or bounce on his cock until it’s beautifully red. The longer you tease him the harder his orgesm will hit him when you say he can let go.
He enjoys cuddling after coming so hard he almost fainted.
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I would love to write more headcanons. Especially Bertholdt x reader because there’s not enough big baby around. Or Porco x reader because let’s be honest: he’s the brat and you’d have to be the brat tamer. I’m not good at brat taming tho.
I wanted to write a Riner x reader too but it was too similar to Erwin to be honest.
Actually it takes quite a while for me to be even remotely in the mood to write these things lol. Messages are appreciated :)
pairing: Bertholdt Hoover x Reader | Cottagecore!Bertholdt x former soldier!Reader
setting: Takes place in a distant land in Marley, around 853 / everyone in this is 18+
genre/tags/warnings: sfw, canonverse, friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/confort, mention of depression
world count: 3.6k
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Lulling in a sleeping daze, you could feel the sun gently stroking your skin, warming up your body, all wrapped up in the padded duvet. Your limbs felt numb from the night and you stretched out a bit in the creaky bed as you rolled onto your back. As you made your way to the other side of the bed, you felt the empty sheets beside you - the lack of contact with another familiar body made you realize you were all alone under the sheets.
You squinted toward the window of the small room. The sun must have been up for a while now and you wondered if you had overslept. In the distance, you could hear distant bursts of voices, and occasionally, a steady, thumping sound. You usually woke up all snuggled up in your best friend’s arms, but that morning, it was just you, the birds chirping in the massive trees surrounding the cottage and the late-morning sunlight dancing on your bare skin.
Lazily, you rubbed your eyes and sat up with a yawn, but the movement made you grind your teeth - discomfort and soreness slowly stirred in you, a manifestation that revived memories of the night before. Memories of him around your body drew a smile on your lips. The two of you were used to sleeping in each other's arms, ever since you had run away, yet last night had been the first time he had truly held you.
To the slight pain echoed the raw, vivid memory of pleasure that had unexpectedly crept in you while you surrendered to his warmth, to his body and to his lips. You couldn’t help but repress a slight embarrassment when you remembered how your burning desire had won over your supposedly sensible mind. Looking around you, you wondered why he was not here, softly snoring and contorted next to you as he usually was. Your gaze turned to the half-open door of the room.
You pushed aside the covers and balanced your weight on the edge of the bed. It took you a couple of seconds to get used to the discomfort of your limbs. Your back and shoulders were stiff- however your legs were shaky, an uncomfortable weakness pumping in your veins. You lowered your head, looking down at your thighs, and proceeded to carefully massage the side of them, expecting to get used to the feeling of raw nerves running under your skin. From your calves, you could feel muscles running up and down in your legs, sharp and twitchy in your thighs, all the way up to your lower back. Like a carving path in your body, you felt each throb as they reached your core, awakening a stirring flutter between your legs. Overwhelmed by the sensations, you took your head in your hands, allowing yourself a couple of seconds to gather your thoughts.
You shifted your weight on your legs and slowly raised up, bare feet padding against the floors, where discarded clothes had been picked up and neatly folded on the wooden chest. You spared a look at your crumpled shirt and skirt from the day before and deemed it better to toss them later in the laundry basket. Shaky fingers opened the drawer to retrieve fresh undergarments and a button up dress. Raising your arms above your head to put the nubby clothing on, you winced.
Your footsteps led you into the main room, deserted and silent. In the sunlight filtering through the windows, dust swirled around in the air, underlining the absence and caressing the empty space, dancing above the blackened fireplace. A ray of sunlight landed on the wooden table, enlightening a long-forgotten breakfast left on it. In a chipped plate, slices of bread had been cut neatly and next to it, the enameled porcelain teapot. You wondered how you hadn’t been woken up, sleeping in the next room while he got up, cleaned the room, made breakfast, boiled water, and left. You imagined him, getting all worked up after a sweet night of rest, already busying himself around the house and yet, as you sat down at the table, all you could notice was the prevailing solitude in the house.
Your mind quickly drifted away, and as questions flooded you, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was going to be alright. What if he had realized it was all a mistake and decided to leave - what if he hadn't known how to reject you and woke up this morning, full of regret and had seen fit to leave you there, alone, as if nothing had ever happened. Lost in thoughts, you grabbed the teapot and poured yourself a cup of tea. Amber liquid flowed into the stained cup and splashed on your finger. The lukewarm droplet slid down, running down the hollow of your wrist. You raised the cup to your lips and the bitter taste of your thoughts filled your mouth - he was your dearest friend, your only friend in fact, considering the current situation you both were in. Even when you had turned a blind eye on the conflicted feelings blossoming in you, you couldn't help but wonder - was it really fair of you to still call him a friend?
It had been six months now that Bertholdt and you had settled in this cottage, secluded from the village, hidden by the tall trees of the forest. It had been your idea to flee, to make the two of you deserters - you knew, even right at this moment, that they would never leave you alone. They were certainly determined to hunt you down until the very end, for the three remaining years of his life, over and over, to finally get their hands on the most destructive weapon in the Marley Empire -- perhaps, in the world.
The Colossal Titan was indeed the centerpiece of Marley's military, essential in the eyes of the Marleyan authorities to assert their domination over the world and reclaim their sovereignty over the people of the island of Paradise. Marley knew how to use the titans’ curse, breaking Eldians minds to do as they pleased. They knew how to corrupt both people and countries. Worldwide nations had learned to defend themselves from the curse of the subjects of Ymir so they adapted to the threat. At first, they erected walls, built fortresses but as time passed, titans came flying down from the sky to take the lives of their children and the lands of their ancestors in the name of the Marleyan Empire. Coalitions and alliances were formed and promptly, anti-titan weapons and technology were developed and implemented to existing infrastructures. Yet, as powerful as they were, these weapons could be thought of as toys facing the size and power of the Colossal Titan. Its very nature made it as much a deterrent as a destructive weapon.
You never had the chance - or the misfortune, you thought - to see the extent of the Colossal Titan powers with your own eyes. However, stories were plentiful, particularly among soldiers you had met during your years of training and service in the Marleyan military. Some of them spoke of a bomb so powerful, it could wipe out entire cities in the span of a few seconds, others of a demon made of fire, striking and burning down everything in its path.
Perhaps you had expected to see that the very first time you had met the Warriors. When they had appeared among officers and soldiers, you thought you were finally seeing these infamous heartless demons, deadly assets of the Empire. And yet, as you had laid your eyes on them, you were taken aback at the sight of him. He was the tallest of them, yet his head was hanging low, his eyes exhausted, his hands fidgeting. He was dressed in his military uniform, his red armband proving his status as honorary citizen and fellow Warrior. Despite all this, you didn’t even see a soldier. You had spent the meeting looking at him, listening to the few words he spoke and all you saw, all you heard was a broken boy hiding behind his stature and his war titles.
No matter how you looked at it, you couldn’t see any of what you were told he was. Everything you thought we knew about him was based on the blood running in his veins, and on the curse that controlled his whole life. You weren’t there when he first laid his hands on this power, on this burden, too heavy for a boy to carry by himself - you knew nothing.
Every single step of your relationship had been a long and intricate process. He was withdrawn and silent, leaving decisions and choices to the others. But when he had let his guard down for you, when he had let you in, you saw him, this little boy who had seen hell on earth, who had been dragged in something too big, too cruel for his own sanity.
You always liked to look at him, particularly when he was not paying attention, lost in his thoughts. It was better that way, avoiding unnecessary outpourings of embarrassment. As much as he was nice to look at, there were things that you could only perceive from the way he tilted his head when you talked, how he narrowed his eyes while disagreeing, or the way his lips would curve when you were being silly.
Yet, sometimes, when you looked at him, you couldn't help but imagine the deadly power contained within him, the raw, devastating strength concentrated in his long, slender fingers.
Humanity’s deadliest weapon, whose eyes were so melancholy that they sometimes filled with tears for no apparent reasons. Humanity’s deadliest weapon, who was crying in your arms after nightmares that would wake him up in the middle of the night, screaming and shaking, leaving him so miserable that he could not sleep for days. Sometimes, regret flushed over you for dragging him into this. All he had ever wanted was to rest, and he deserved peace more than any other soldier. However, you had forbidden him to die that day, you took his hand in yours and made him swear and ever since then, he was suffering his own life, because of you. Because you had asked him. Of course, he had followed you, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was really what he had wanted - perhaps what you bargained with him may have been more appealing than death.
When he had agreed to run away with you, you made a promise to yourself - you would protect him as long as he was alive. No one knew what would happen in the span of three years, his last three years. Three meaningless years of your life in exchange for the rest of his existence. That, you were more than willing to give to him. He could take all the time you offered him and use it as he wanted to, as they are entirely his.
In the bottom of the cup, tea leaves whirled in the cold liquid. You got up from the stool, shook off your dress sprinkled with crumbs and headed to the kitchen stove, empty cup and plate in hand, setting down the dishes. You made a mental note to heat up some water later to wash the dishes.
Near the window, the birds were singing again, and you let your gaze wander around the shady yard. From this side of the house, you could see the small stable sheltering the dapple-grey horse you two brought when you arrived.
You remembered fondly the welcoming farm, outside of the town where you got off the train. You had mentioned during the trip that it would be a two days' ride from the railway town to the village in which you spent some years of your childhood. The both of you had been lucky enough to meet a farmer willing to give up one of his horses in exchange for a few coins, the remains of the money Pieck had slipped into your pocket before watching you from the platform as the train left the station.
The mellow horse had grown more acclimated to you, as Bertholdt refused to ride her on most of the way. When you finally arrived, you knew he was exhausted, despite the usual breaks and the rare moments when he would accept to let you walk by the horse. You knew Bertholdt was a skilled horse rider, if not excellent, for you had had the chance to see him ride, back at the capital, during the military parades. Yet, from the gloaming expression on his face when he did, you could tell he was not fully appreciating the discipline, but you knew better to keep your mouth shut about it.
The uncomfortable absence of the sweet-tempered man was starting to weigh on you. Despite his silent nature, you liked having him close-by more than anything else in the world, the soft warmth of his body next to yours when you cooked in the small kitchen, his scent filling your senses when he fell asleep next to you, his hair and skin still damp from the hot bath he took before going to bed.
As if responding to birdsong, you heard the steady, thumping sound you had first perceived when you woke up. You decided to turn around, grabbed the woolen shawl lying on either side of the wooden chair by the fireplace, sending dust flying in the process, and headed to the door. The early autumn air blew in your face as you opened the door, your cheeks immediately warming up from sunray. You walked down the few steps of the porch, leaning on the railing as you felt your legs respond to your movement with giddiness. Near the small wooden steps, you noticed a neatly cut pile of wood.
As the realization hit, you went around the small wooden house, past the bedroom window, down the small dirt path. The steady sound of splitting wood echoed a little more in the high pines around you, and as you came around the corner of the cottage, you finally saw him. His tall figure loomed in the small, bright clearing, his back to you. You leaned against the house for a moment, finally relieved to know he was around. Taking advantage of his inattention, you let your eyes draw his beautiful figure.
His hair was a mess, sticking to the back of his neck, revealing the sweat on his skin. The white shirt was stuck to his back, rising at each breath he took. He had rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, revealing the thick lines of his muscles. You glared as his moves were calm and steady, mesmerized by the control he was expressing through his chopping movements.
He stood still, took a breath, swung the axe above his head, his broad shoulders flexing, balancing the weight of his body, suddenly cleaving neatly the log sitting on the chopping block in front of him. As if he was answering to a peculiar rhythm, he leaned down to grab another log, placed it on the block, stood, breathed, swung, and brought the axe down one more time. The log split in half, splinters and pieces of bark hovering a moment in the air around him. From where you were standing, you could almost smell the faint scent from the wood as it fell, drowning your scent, feeling the splinters sprinkled his forearms on your skin, his hands strong and tight around the shaft of the axe. You could swear the pulse in your chest was his, your body reacting to the quick pace of his heartbeat, exactly like you felt it when he held you as you two kissed for the first time the night before. You brought your fingers to your lips, eyes still stuck on him, on the frenetic rise and fall of his chest, on his parted lips, on his focused eyes.
His jaw tensed-up, his body jolted, suddenly facing you. For a second, he peered at you, eyes panicked but when he realized that the presence he felt was yours, his shoulders softened. A gentle smile appeared on his face, cheeks wearing a slight blush from his effort. Your breathing was shallow as vibrant thoughts besieged you. He gently placed down the axe on the ground, running a hand over his forehead to get rid of beads of sweat.
He took a step toward you, but he stopped abruptly. From afar, you watched him looking back at you, frowning as you unfolded your arms. He turned quickly on his heels, his broad back now facing you and he pulled up the hem of his shirt, revealing some of his lower back as he wiped his face with it, before straightening up, smoothing his cloth, and turning back to you.
“Good morning,” he greeted you, a smile in his voice when he finally got closer, his dark green eyes sounding yours, “how did you sleep?”
“Great, thank you”, you answered, lowering your eyes on the ground between you. Stupid as it was, you didn’t know what to add, as it was usually a one-way question, which you were not used to ask back. It was not unusual for him to lie in the bed next to you, as the sun rose, his eyes staring at the ceiling, dark circles under his eyes betraying a sleepless night. As weeks went by, you had learnt to watch your greetings and your words around him, as you understood the direct impact of your words on his moods. Yet, at this exact moment, after everything that had happened, and how it somehow managed to take over all your thoughts, even greetings felt awkward. You let a sigh escape from your lips.
You regretted that almost immediately, looking up at him, but it was too late, and all you could see was the twitch in his jaw, his eyes already down.
“Thank you for the breakfast,” you heard yourself say, quickly, words louder than you would have liked. He nodded, slightly shrugging at your words.
That was beyond stupid, you were the one who was always trying to encourage communication, addressing things, however insignificant they might be. And yet the two of you were there, standing in front of each other, uncomfortable and embarrassed like teenagers, unable to address whatever had happened - and was still happening.
So, bluntly, you said “I thought you were gone”.
His eyes went up to yours, frowning, visibly confused. “I- Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
You tilted your head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. His breath was now buzzing in your ears. Quietly, he said, “You were sound asleep, and I was having a hard time going back to sleep, you know how it gets, I’m sorry if I worried you.”
“Oh, no, not at all,” you lied, hiding it with a chuckle, reaching for his arm to dust splinters on his shirt, “I thought you ran away because of what happened last ni-”
“No!” He said loudly, grabbing your hand. “I mean- no,” his voice was softer now, taken aback by the sound of his own voice, “that’s not it.”
Your joined hands fell between your bodies, and you cautiously looked at him, probing his eyes. The blush on his cheeks was getting darker and darker.
You gave him a moment to find his words, never rushing him. It was easier now than it had been when you met him, as he had gone days without saying a word. But since you had been living together, he had slowly learned to use his words. When he was upset about something, you could tell right away by the way he withdrew into himself, looking grim.
However, as unpleasant as this discussion was going to be, it was inevitable. You couldn't pretend nothing had happened- it would have destroyed all trust between you. You were ready to hear him say that it would not happen again, and to accept it too, as painful it would be. You preferred things to be clear.
You heard your name slip from his lips, and he gently squeezed your fingers in his hands, pulling you into him.
“What happened… I don’t regret it. I mean, do you… regret it?”
You watched him for a moment, processing his words. His gaze was restless, waiting for your answer. And yet, all you could think of was how beautiful he looked in the sunlight, his cheeks rosy, tired eyes looking back at you, a worried pout on his lips. For a second, you recalled his lips on yours, on your skin, and, stuck by your thought, you remembered that none of this was new. You had wanted him for so long, slave to your own desires, unable to ever express them. You wanted him again, you wanted him so much it hurt. You wanted to wipe the tears from his cheeks, to kiss the palms of his hands, and to stroke his hair for him to sleep tight. All you had ever wanted was to love him unconditionally, and he finally seemed to let you.
“If you knew how much I’ve wanted it. Give me permission, and I'll do it every day.”
A laugh escaped his mouth, his eyes suddenly shy. He ran a hand over the back of his neck, visibly embarrassed. You filled the space between the two of you, placing your hand on his cheek, tiptoeing. He met you halfway in the movement, your noses touching, and in a silent permission, your lips took his, tenderly, as his hand slid to your waist.
“I won’t go”, he breathed against your lips.
You thumbed through his hair, humming at his words, your heart fluttering.
LMAO can u do part 2 of aot characters awkward things they did during sex. with like bertholdt, marco, jean, etc? i’m really interested, i got a good chuckle out of the first one.
i included jean in the first one!!! but here are those two just for you <3
bertholdt — you queefed and this mf looked at you in the eye and said “it’s okay baby, it’s natural, we ate a lot today-- do you need to go to the bathroom for a minute, though?”
marco — he swore you got the apartment to yourselves. he pinky swore. yet jean still walked in on you doing it on the kitchen counter. you were all screaming and you couldn’t look at jean in the eyes for a whole month.
HI! Your blog is amazing! (I'm a bit new to tumblr, and is considering having a aot blog of my own too! Currently going through the basics like making rules and figuring out what works best for me Xd) But anyways, can I request a tickling scenario with Reiner and Bertholdt? I just feel like having some fluff thrown at me ;)
Reiner:
insists on not being ticklish at all.
which is kind of true as well. if they went for his torso and sides, he wouldn’t even flinch or budge.
will grab them by the wrists and hold their hands tightly as he returns the favor.
teasing them and laughing about it. “look who’s in charge now, huh?”
however, he hwas his weak spots. he hates having the soles of his feet tickled, please don’t. he’ll kick out of reflex and will be scared to hurt them in the process on accident ):
but the nape of his neck? makes him break out in a giggle fit. that is, if they can reach it. they’ll have to make up an excuse of wanting to cuddle with him and go for the sneak attack >:3
Berthold:
i think it’s generally assumed among the squad that berthold is probably not ticklish. nobody knows, honestly, it’s a mystery.
he doesn’t know himself.
like... no one has ever tried tickling him. so how would he know?
i imagine his s/o would just straight up ask him “can i try to tickle you?” and he’d be so dumbfound “try to what??? why??? i guess, but why???”
actually ticklish though, but not very much. he feels some tingling around his stomach area and softly chuckle at the sensation, but it’s not very extreme.
Ya'll liked my other post about Levi liking overweight people so it got me thinking. Again.
(Sorry for any errors, I'm a bit sleepy lol)
Disclaimer: I actually never watched/read Aot but I somehow got attached to the characteristics so this is my interpretation of how I understand the characters ok?
Hange would be elated to have an overweight s/o. Why? Because they're always really excited about new things and working in the military they never really interacted with someone that wasn't as solid as a brick house.
I think they'd find the softness of your body fascinating and will totally faceplant on your stomach when you're laying down. Will sing praises about how comfy your tummy is. Will probably fall asleep on you.
If you're self conscious and tell them to tone it down, they'll be baffled.
"Self conscious? But…you're so squishy, I love it."
(If you are uncomfortable for other reasons they'll try to back down)
Loves the fact that they can just…. burrow against your side and doze.
Will sometimes appear by your side just to squish your cheeks or gently pinch your sides with a manic smile.
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I think Erwin wouldn't mind an overweight s/o…simply put he doesn't seem like someone that cares about that kind of stuff. If you mesh well together then it's all he needs, no matter if you're 5 kgs or 50 kgs overweight.
Another one that will doze on you and say that you're the best pillow he ever had.
Just…let him rest on your lap. He needs it.
Since he's the Commander, people always gossip behind his back. He doesn't mind if they criticise him, but they better not be speaking ill of you.
Levi had to personally hold him back to prevent him from killing the last person that insulted you because of your weight.
Will caress your stretch marks and kiss them.
Loves to squish your softest spots but will resist the urge unless it's just you too cuddling (unlike Hange).
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Reiner needs a hug and if you're big then there's more for him to hug.
Will 100% hug you like a teddy bear while sleeping.
If you ever get self conscious he'd be like "???? But you're a beauty????".
Genuinely confused.
Probably likes to lift you up in his arms like you weigh nothing. Getting to carry you around bridal style is low-key what fuels his training.
Will probably try to suffocate himself between your thighs.
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Bertholdt feels like a sweetheart that will practice cooking your food until he's satisfied with the results.
I feel like he'd treat you like royalty.
Loves hugging you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.
He's gangly and thin and I feel like he'd be self conscious about it, preferring your softness to his sharp edges.
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Porco doesn't see a problem in you being overweight. He's fit enough for you both.
Will show off how strong he is by lifting you up while hugging you.
Also you better better make peace with the fact that he'll want you sitting on his lap most of the time. (not like that)
Will 100% scoff if you get worried you're too heavy for him.
"Please. You're as light as a feather"
If anyone insults you they'll find themselves with a broken nose and a few teeth less.
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Bonus Levi again because I can and I said so:
Levi will low-key panic if he see you lost weight. To him, weight loss is a sign of stress, illness or lack of food. And he can't permit any of these things to be happening to you.
He's super observant so he'll probably be able to see your change in weight quite quickly.
He'll work himself into a frenzy until you gain the weight you lost or show him you're fine.
