aot brainrot i fear

Thinking many thoughts about domestic life with a healed Reiner because it's what he deserves.

Waking up in the morning with his strong, bulky arms around your waist and his hair all messed up. It takes a while for him to learn to sleep in after the Rumbling from nightmares and trauma of losing loved ones, but your presence can lull him to sleep like a baby.

His voice is already a lower register as is, but it somehow becomes even raspier when he first wakes up in the morning. It's so unintentionally sexy it's not even funny. Even if it's simple "Mornin, sunshine" or "You up already?", it's like an orgasm for your ears every time you hear it.

And now that he's a healed man and can actually take compliments, he will tease the shit out of you if he catches you staring 2.30494 seconds too long.

"'s the matter? 're looking at me like I got two heads or something." He says when he catches you staring at his bare torso one morning while he's making breakfast, his muscles along his arms and back sculpted by the sunlight. "Stop staring ya perv, you're making me nervous." You smack him with an embarrassed smile right after and he breaks into hearty laughter.

And god forbid if you're out of the room for more than 30 minutes, especially if you're found lounging around or reading a book.

Because if he has the opportunity, he will literally climb on top of you for a snuggle -- with all of his body weight. "Babe get off, you're so heavy." You'd protest halfheartedly, wiggling around under god knows-how-many pounds of muscle right on top of you. Although deep down, you're more than happy that he's back to his normal weight since the era of Titans ended.

"What? You're fine with having three to four blankets on you at a time but not me?" He instigates, a cheeky smirk growing as he tucks his head against the side of your neck. "Or are ya just calling me fat?"

"Oh my god, no." He snorts at your groan, planting a fat raspberry to your cheek.

me:

What if?