they don't interrupt - they insert themselves. when someone gets too close, they don’t snap or shout. they just appear. a hand on your waist. a sudden arm slung across your shoulders. a calm voice murmuring, “you need something?” and just like that, the tension shifts.
they watch everything. from across the room, they track every interaction you have. not paranoid, not overbearing - just... aware. one glance is enough to have a stranger backing off, especially when that look says, “i don’t like sharing.”
they use your name like a claim. not in public declarations, but in subtle ways. they say your name when you’re laughing with someone else. when you're distracted. when they need to pull your attention back - gently. intimately. “hey... look at me.”
their touches aren’t obvious - but intentional. a hand on the small of your back as you pass through a crowd. brushing their fingers over yours under the table. straightening your collar when there's nothing wrong with it. every gesture is a quiet tether.
they don’t start fights. they end them - silently. someone flirts? they don’t argue. they just step between. one word. one warning look. the kind that says: "don’t make me say it again."
they remember what’s yours. and what’s theirs. you lend someone your pen, they notice. you mention a gift from someone, they store it away. the next day, they’re offering something better, saying “you don’t need that - take this instead.”
they’re polite... to a point. their tone never changes. even when they're being territorial. “mind giving us a minute?” sounds soft - but the weight behind it clears rooms.
they bring you home without asking. someone keeps calling you? your phone “happens” to go missing. a place makes you uncomfortable? you’re guided away without a word. no drama. just decision.
they rarely admit jealousy - but you feel it. his grip tightens just a little. his jaw clenches. he doesn’t say “i’m jealous.” he says: “was that guy bothering you?” and you know what it means.
you’re theirs, and everyone knows it - without them needing to say it. the way they look at you, touch you, stand beside you - no one has to be told. they don't need to shout. you're claimed, quietly. completely.
* king of speed, like he thrust into you like a maniac
* Doesn’t mean he cum quickly, hell no he can fuck you for hours
* Even he is surprised by his stamina sometimes
* He usually gets straight to the sex (it’s not his fault you are just too sexy) but if he has a mood for foreplay expect full worshipping- kissing all your body, licking, whispering how hot and sexy you are
* “You are a fucking goddess, I can cum just by watching you”
* Loud, love prising you during sex, sometimes mumbling nonsense
* The way your ass shakes around him? Drives him absolute crazy making him go even faster ( 1000 horse power)
* He isn’t an aftercare guy but we can forgive him cause he was pounding into you like his life depends on it so let him breathe okay :c
Erwin Smith
* at first it was just basic (which doesn’t mean bad- he left you breathless every time)
* Then you mentioned things or two about something you like and he gets a little more confident
* He likes to experiment, sometimes he just repositions you during sex murmuring something that “he saw that position and thought it might be good”
* He likes it a little rough but is more into prising than humiliating
* “You are soo good for me doll, just like that, take me deeper like the good girl you are”
* He loves quickies!! Tho he feels guilty and like he used you so he often buys you something the same day after you visited him in his office (flowers, dinner, bags, he’s a gentleman!)
* Sloppy foreplay, he is a little awkward but the second he burry his face in your pussy- damn
* Big into aftercare- bath, massage, kisses in forehead
Reiner Braun
* Ahhhh Reiner the man you are
* Reiner is big like fucking huge, and he doesn’t realise it and acts a little shy when you pointed it out
* Reiner is all about pleasing you- just say a word
* That being said he loses his damn mind if you go down on him, he does everything he can not to cum right then and there (when you suggested you can suck him again after he cum his thought was “I’m gonna marry her as soon as possible”)
* “Mmmm just like that baby, fuck you are so sweet like that”
* Was a bit sceptical about bdsm mostly because he can’t control his own strength sometimes
* Absolute king of aftercare- anything you want he does without a word
Zeke Yeager
(aka love of my life, my beloved, words cannot describe how much I love this mf)
* Zeke is freaky af
* Humiliation kink for sure can’t convince me otherwise
* “You are made for my cock sweetheart” “finally some good use of those pretty mouth”
* Also praising kink if he feels like it
* “That’s my good fucking girl, just like that baby, fuck just like that”
* He absolutely love spanking, choking, biting, handcuffing, spitting
* Guy loves it as filthy as possible
* Sometimes he just sits on his chair, smoking cigarette as you give him a head (inside he loses his damn mind outside he doesn’t even flinch)
* He loves telling you how much he enjoys your sex life, he talks about how good you feel on the daily basis (like you just eat breakfast and he asks you straight face “did I ever tell you I am absolutely obsessed with how tight you are? And then he just scrolls his phone like nothing happened)
* Also king of aftercare (Seconds ago he told you you are nothing more than a hole he can cum into and now he is preparing bath with bubbles and ordering your favourite food, praising and complementing you???)
Porco Galliard
* Brags a lot and well…… rightfully so
* You absolutely hate his cockiness but can’t deny man knows what he is doing
* He knows exactly what do you need, when he should keep his peace and when slow down a little
* Lowkey pushing you around randomly (like you are in the middle of the act and he grabs your waist turns you around, reposition you ect)
* He loves to brag but isn’t much of a talker during sex, just groans
* But when he is drunk…. Oh boy, he can’t shut up
* “You like that? Yeah that’s what I thought. Take me baby, take every inch of me”
* Isn’t into bdsm but enjoys smacking your ass
* Wasn’t big into aftercare but after talking with Marcell (Porco was bragging and Marco completely roasted him for his lack of aftercare calling him an idiot) he tries, tho sometimes he forget
Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, female reader, vaginal sex
His eyes are shining with happiness, his body is shaking and trembling, yet…
He's happy~
The tip of his cock hit exactly where it should and for the first time… you came on his cock.
That means… you like it? You like what you are doing! You're enjoying it even as you tearfully beg for him to stop!
He took your tearful face in his hands, caressing your cheeks sweetly with the tips of his fingers.
He's just desperate for your love, needy for your acceptance and now that he's deeply inserted inside you while your teary eyes are clouded with pleasure, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven… you're his heaven, his glory, his everything.
"You look… so beautiful when you cum…" He gasps, kissing your cheeks softly and wetly.
You whimper when he lets go of your face and his fingers aggressively dig into your hips.
It was really just a matter of seconds before he resumed his thrusts on that sweet, rubbery spot making you see stars.
"I love you… fuck… I love you so much" He whimpers, nibbling on your earlobe "You don't need anyone else, I promise you'll only need me… I'll make you feel so good…!"
thinking about eldian nurse! reader, who’s just minding her business and going about her days, making rounds and checking on her patients. eldian ones, of course. god forbid marleyans let her touch them or treat them, even with all her sweetness. she’s got a gentle touch and kind eyes that make every soldiers knees buckle, and a voice that can lull them to sleep. and it’s rare for them to be on the receiving end of such tender care, that they can’t help but make up excuses just to see her in the infirmary. and the sweet nurse can’t just turn them away, can she? wrapping them up with bandages, treating them like actual human beings instead of devils.
so imagine her surprise when zeke yeager of all people, the beast titan, makes frequent trips to the infirmary. and he’s not even injured! all he does is linger by the nurse’s station, leaning above the counter top and watching her work. transfixed by the normalcy of her life. peering at her through the lens of his glasses, amusement shining through with every quirk of his lip and a raise to his brow. subtle hums here and then, nonverbal communication that only made her nervous. was he assessing her work ethic? was she not up to his standards? whatever it was, it certainly affected her performance. stuttering, tripping, misplacing records under the intensity of zeke’s burning gaze. but don’t be mistaken, he finds those little slip-ups far more endearing than anything else. it shows the human in her that he so desperately wanted to explore. so he’s quick to assure her that he doesn’t bite. well, not yet.
the infamous jaw titan, porco galliard pops up with a more direct approach. he just had to see it for himself, you know? hearing the rumours of that little saint in the infirmary sounded too good to be true. he confused her a tiny bit, speaking with rough tones yet standing with a lax posture, and maybe a little fluster on his usually scowl-laden face. he’s a softie at heart that couldn’t help but compliment her neat handwriting, or the way the uniform suited her perfectly. always reminding her to take a break whenever she looked tired, offering his coat as she shivered in the cold. not without reprimand, though. something about being reckless and lacking the brains (and brawn) to properly take care of herself. she’s a nurse, isn’t she? nonetheless, don’t even bother trying to give his coat back. porco is a stubborn man, and he liked the image of her wearing his clothes more than he wanted to admit. but the idea of taking care of her was a constant in his mind. or maybe posession was a better suited word.
it’s reiner braun, the armored titan who last shows up. even with all the destruction and terror that comes with his name. he’s heard of her, of course. porco and zeke have spoken about her plenty of times, but he never pursued the idea of seeing her just for the sake of it. so when she sees him for the first time, lingering shyly by the infirmary, nursing an injured palm, the nurse is quick to figure out he’s nothing but a gentle giant. tending to that small cut with such attention and gentleness, cooing at him as if he wasn’t a warrior. is this the treatment he was missing out on? such hospitality and compassion, a delicate nurse who was probably too kind-hearted for her own good. it intrigued him. what in the world is someone like her doing in the military? the thought crosses his mind inexplicably the entire time their hands touch, noting the way his palm dwarfed hers. she could be tainted or corrupted by all the grime and blood, and maybe by reiner himself.
You had caught the eye of Zeke at a bar one night, and from that moment forward, he knew that he needed to be yours, no matter what it took.
He had approached you with the warm, charming smile he always wore when he needed to woo, pulling you into a trance and refusing to let you leave.
Zeke always had you by his side like a trophy, arm around your waist as he led you into stores that had been reserved for window shopping just a few months ago. Before Zeke had walked into your life and made it worth living.
No matter how expensive the bag, the shirt, or the makeup, he would buy it for you without a second thought, his only goal being to see you smiling and happy.
Zeke constantly surprises you with new designer clothes, spur-of-the-moment vacations to the Caribbean, and fancy dates on random Tuesday nights. Without spoiling you stupid, his life would be no fun.
He disregards his half-brother, Eren, when asked about the age gap. It's not that bad, and you and Zeke are both consenting adults, so what's the harm in him giving a little sugar to such a pretty, young woman like yourself?
But his love isn't just shown in gifts. Zeke makes sure you know how much he loves you with heartfelt letters, movie nights at home with all your favorite snacks, and other, more emotional things that money could never buy.
Some days you'll find lacy, ridiculously expensive lingerie waiting for you on the bed, a sign of what's to come later that night.
Zeke makes love to you like no other man has before, the wisdom gained in his years helping to make sure your thoroughly pleased, and you always are.
After finishing, he cleans you up, kissing your body all over, beard scratching against your skin. You complain, pretending it bothers you, but there is always a bright smile on your face.
He'll pull you into his strong arms once you're both cleaned up, peppering kisses along to top of your head, whispering I love you's over and over until you both fall asleep.
A/N: I loved writing this so much, @spookyeomgoose, thank you for the incredible idea!
⟡ feat. reiner braun, erwin smith, armin arlert, & zeke jeager - find part 1 here. ⟡ summary : the aot men call you clingy (either to you or to a mutual friend), and you take it the wrong way (obvi) ⟡ cw : 18+ MDNI cursing, mentions of sex, mentions or oral sex, men fucking up (typical) and having to fix their mistakes, established relationships between f.reader and men, use of some pet names (mainly just babe or baby), idk this somehow turned into the blonde men version of this 😀 also i included zeke bc i know zeke lovers exist I AM NOT ONE OF THEM SO THIS IS FOR YOUUUUUUU.
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❥ reiner braun
❥ erwin smith
❥ armin arlert
❥ zeke jaeger
divider creds : @cursed-carmine
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